Hendrix fighting Phoenix in Victoria

Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) felt his curiousity rise. "We must speak more of the ambitions of ubaras. I will tell you of my three year plan and I think you will find it good." He turns and grimaces at Kanda. "Keep a thrall for you? Nay!" He waits a moment and says it again. "Nay!" He shudders and drops his axe with a clank to the city ground, lunging forward and picking up speed, moving toward the large man with eager building speed. He grinned all the while, his mind whiring with calculations. He was not full of wrath now, only the pleasure of a fight. He hated the pleasantries of discussing the fight, and so he made a first move, heading straight for the man, then stopping as on a copper tarsk a few paces away, still and straigh, eyes gleaming. He cared not for the taunts concerning south men, who he knew little about nor cared. "Let's fight then," he spoke enthusiastically, and with clenched jaw, he let a right hook fly toward the high and sturdy face.
  
Vodka Clarity folded her arms beneath her bountiful bosom, her verdant orbs already pointedly fixated on the opponent. Onya relished this moment, finding great joy in the brutal exchange that was to come. She lived vicariously through the boughs of warriors, celebrating their victory and luxuriating in the feast of blood that satisfied her most carnal senses. She placed a hand on Phoenix’s shoulder and bid him a victorious match before withdrawing and taking her place beside her follow kinsmen.
  
Phoenix (kytor.silverblade) grinned "Nae, we dont bae looking for the kill .. it's the knockdown" He said, as He reached back and flipped His cloak and shoulderpads of His form, too He reached over and discareded both axes, though for traidition hung on to His sword, and then lay aside HIs bow "I bae good to go, when you bae feeling fit for it, Hendrix" He spoke as He slammed His right fit into HIs left palm, and proceeded to crack His knuckles and grip incessantly to warm His fists up
  
Ansleys Ashbourne looks around and she sighes" doona be fighting with wit are ye? Bae fist right? Try to nay kill each other, thne I doona have a mess to heal or nuthing" Her emeralbs orbs flash as she was everyone. She thought of Eir and wishes she had some bit o wisdom to help prevent bl;oodshed
Kanda (kanda.veeper) tosses up her hands. She was never getting a thrall of any sort..and she had tried a few varieties "Fine. If i need wood lifted..i come to you lot.." and she narrows an eye and wiggles a finger to the Alar Men before being fully distracted by Hendrix moving like a bosk just getting ready to rage. There it was. Her breath bated and fists quickly clenching as his did fly and it should be officially "on" Such sights really just did thrill her right to the core.
  
Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) had, of course, stripped as he strode up to Phoenix, the better to flex and fling sweat on ogling onlookers.
  
Phoenix (kytor.silverblade) slyly drew back as the man seemingly lunged at Him, too He noted the fist flying but it was too late at that point as he took a decisive strike to His face, for it, His head spun about a bit, but probably less than the alaar hed expected, as He spat out a slight of blood, and used the moment to cock His left, and swung it hard in a bow from low to high as He sough to hit the man's solar plexus
  
Honey (liashlee.inaka) immediately took closer interest once Hendrix stripped, nearly falling off the table.
MOUSE (shadow.inaka): sibracelets
Crimson (akiel.martian) slammed his right hand into his left hand, "..come on brotha, tear the oaff down, if ye' can take a punch from me, surely ye' can take one from him!!", he called aloud, noding in a quipt manner. Emerald hues looking briefly to Hendrix's opponent, he scoffed a bit and shook his head, the Blacksmith was a touch jealous of his sibling, having the chance to fight such an opponent.
  
  
Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) had risen his solid left arm once his right hook had been initiated, expecting a return attack, but not one quite so quick as was given. The man was large ... and fast, and his head seemed planted on his shoulders like a tree with deep roots. He heard his sword brother's cry and grinned, knocking the fist only slightly from its mark, the force still able to lift Hendrix and plant him back down to solid earth a pace back. He then ducked and rose with an uppercut to the jaw.
  
MOUSE (shadow.inaka) gasped in shock seeing the jarl from her own lands fighting with actual honor and she secretly rooted for him , she gave no expression on her face as she watched and held close to her Jarl , but inside she was excited as it seemed to her it was an us against the Alar thing a wl as man against man , she looked around at the others from the land of the alar and hoped a larger fight didnt break out
Ansleys Ashbourne groans softly" comma now! Ye better hit ihm harder than that! That big Torive not goona even blink from a hit like that!"

Honey (liashlee.inaka) rested one hand on Rocky's shoulder, the other on Crimson's, standing up on her toes and staring intently into the midst of the crowd, eager to watch the blows begin to fly. Her initial distraction at the revelation of so much Outrider flesh had given over to her anticipation of the fist fight.
Vodka Clarity glowered in Akiel’s direction, her verdant orbs regarding him intently from behind the rays of darkness that formed her lustrous lashes. With the next entanglement of fists her attention was promptly returned to the brawling men as she continued to feast upon their exchange.

Rocky Balzibo turns to his left looking down at Mika, not that he thought she was inferior, he was just so much taller. And standing on a pillow didnt help either. Leaning down he cups his hands around his mouth close to her ear and whispers. "See that bush over there" points to the left "Meet me there in 5 minutes for my signing bonus." after completing his whisper he stands up straight and casually glanzes around to see if anyone heard what he had said.

Masika Moonwing spins on her toes, smacking Rocky soundly across the face "Can you not see when a woman is mated and bulging with chaid" she feighned disgust, but no one would buy it, likely as they were old friends. She too began to pay more attention to Hendrix and Phoenix as the brawl started to heat up.
Masika Moonwing: *child
  
Phoenix (kytor.silverblade) Moved as quick as He could as he somehow managed to plan for that precise move, though he had intially depreciated the man's speed, He was impressed, and as thand came swinging he Had the good fortune of being partially exposed, enough so to leand back at the crucial moment given to react, though the strike caught His lip and tore it a slight.. Frustrated he even took that He flung His right arm in a similar manner, further empowered by the iron chains wrapped around His bracers, as it added weight to His punch, it wasn't as controlled as He'd have liked and was more of a haymaker, as random chance would predict His swing's impact or not
  
Crimson (akiel.martian) did not even regard the guesture from Rocky, left hand casually reaching out to attempt to grip at Rocky's hat and pull it over his eyes, "..what ever ye' asked for, the answer is no.", he said in an abscent minded manner. He did not hear the whispers, but from Mika's reaction, he could have imagined what it was. He was chuckling a bit, before he caught the female whom glared at him from across the small arena, tilting his head a bit to one side in amusment before he said, "..go brotha Hendrix!"

Kanda (kanda.veeper) had been standing there with lungs full of air that was quickly going stale. It was the burn of it perhaps that kept her from screaming in a manner that would be so very fun but not all that appropriate. Each move left her face slowly flushing deeper red. The sounds of impact seemed somehow louder with the rock surrounding them and under them. Finally before black takes over her vision she hisses out the breath with a soft whisper of "Maybe he is into that" and she had not heard the first comment but Mikas reaction made it pretty obvious. Maybe two fights yet to be had. "Oh ow.." she slipped a hand to her own lips spotting the glimmer of blood in between the fighters already well going. "Bah....break the ugly he hides with that beard!!" she...guessed anyway that it was ugly.

Rocky Balzibo takes the slap like a man. He wouldnt have expected anything else, Rockys ability to think ahead in time was seriously flawed. He did things, then stuff happend, it had been like that since he was a little child. "Mika, now really. Does all that matter? One friend to another..." he stops short as Crimson tries to steal his hat but he happily dodges back in an attempt not to lose his beloved hat. He falls down on his ass, luckily the nice pillow broke the fall and he stays down since he knows the view can be very good from down below if the skirts are not too long.

Honey (liashlee.inaka) reaches down to the surface of the table while everyone is focused on the fight at hand, lifting one of the tankards of ale left behind by whoever it was that had joined the circle of onlookers. She takes a deep drink, then another, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle any unseemly belches. Quickly, so she wouldn't be noticed, hidden from view from those across the way by the ones in front of her, and safe from her own Owner's glance as they were watching the brawlers. She set the tankard back down, beginning to cheer with gusto, bouncing up and down on the table. "GO MASTER SLEEN!"

Ansleys Ashbourne snorts softly" Ye can do better! He nuthing but a southern! Hit im in the jawl!" sHe cries out. She was somewhat found of Phoenix, more sorta becuase he appealed to everythingnorthern in her.
MOUSE (shadow.inaka) siply held close to her Jarl watching she was insecure around groups and scooted almost siting between his legs peeking out at the fight hoping Jarl Phoenix kicked butt

Zairoq Serrao: Feeling his little one between his legs he almost for got she was there and hoped that the excitement did not set off one of her fits as this would mean he would have to carry her out of here
  
Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) felt energized by the brawl, and thrilled by the feel of frustration imminating from the large man like the blood from his lip. It was the first of many cuts from both sides, he was sure, confident that this would not be a quick match. The left uppercut was followed by a right, or would have been had the flying fist of savage doom not completely stopped his momentum and redirected Phoenix's wild plunge right into his own nose with a crack and a splatter of blood. It hadn't been a hard hit, but a square one, and Hendrix blinked before countering with a quick step to the man's right side, decreasing the distance and rocketing two quick jabs to the face and a strong left blow to the stomach. He breathed deep through his mouth.
  
Crimson (akiel.martian) found himself hopping up and down ever slightly, he grinned wide and looked over to first Mika and then Honey, "..wonder if they mind if I go next..", he said with that wide childish grin, cheeky as always. His hand shifted about to crack his knuckles, and he was looking downright antsy, a terrible fact that he and Hendrix had the love of a good fight in common.
  
Phoenix (kytor.silverblade) Bent over forward as His eair escaped Him from the unexpected combination, and He felt the punishment inherent to this man's punch, as His skin had a frail elelment to it, both hits leaving gashes displaying on HIs face, but He wasn't phased as much as frustrated that He had no time to dodge that one, the violent sound of flesh punishing flesh inherent in the area, as He growled, His fists seeking retaliation, His reaction to the guthit was top step back, as the left came in weak, but served it's purpose, as He braced, and the right soon followed, the left having served it's puprose on angling his face towards His right fist for a fuller impact
  
Kanda (kanda.veeper) winces hard and shoots up onto her toes. It was rather ..a crunchy situation. Now that she looked at Hendrix closer to the Man she had rather tossed him at , she now realized..he looked a little ..smaller. At least from her angle. Was pretty darn common with the Laager Men though and might just make not a difference in the world if not be an advantage. She leans in toward Mika and whispers "I think ..its really good you showed up. Hope you brought a spare nose. I think after that many mashes..Hendrix's might fall off entirely. "

Masika Moonwing: "No spare noses, but I can probably fix the one he has...as best as can be done anyway." a grin quirked on her lips "No, Rocky, I've told you, mated for life, you missed your chance and decided to woo my mother instead." rarely did she speak of the woman, now long lost to her and took a few steps closer to her own mate "Think there is one man enough to fight you?"

Honey (liashlee.inaka) probably viewed things differently than Mika, as when Crimson spoke of going next, she nodded her head exhuberantly. "Yes, Master!" The slut appeared intoxicated by the brute show of force presented to her, not to mention the half a tankard of ale she'd snuck. She was a lightweight, and so it was with a glazed pair of eyes that she asserted, "You would kick the dung out of any of these men, Master!" So totally forgetting all about being respectful in her excitement.

MOUSE (shadow.inaka) felt better hidden between her Jarls boots and she watched as Jarl Phoenix seemed to be getting tired and she closed her eyes placing her hands over them and told herself he was a torvi no way was he losing this
  
Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) enjoyed the man's counter, looking for weaknesses but finding few as Pheonix attempted to square off with him again. He wouldn't allow it, continuing to shift lightly round to the left. The blows found their mark on his person, but only the right fist truly impacted, hammering into his right pec. He grunted and, continuing to move to the right, took a left handed swing into the side of the man's skull, followed by a right to the kidney if at all possible. He was gasping through his mouth now, no air able to move through the thick bloody mess of his nose. He tasted the tang and it lit his eyes with lust.
  
Ansleys Ashbourne calls out" Ye better not lose Phoenix! I doona wanna see ye lose!" She called out. She nibblew d on her lip in a nverous manner, as she was afraid he may lose.
Rocky Balzibo looks to Mika with a severly confused look and starts to mumble. "I wouldn't call it wooing really." gazing back out over the large crowd and what to be fighting men. Rocky could clearly learn a few tricks here by watching this.

Zairoq Serrao: Knowing that Phoenix had the height and reach advantage the fight should favor him the punches were flying and and it was early in the fight, he looked at the crowd and was not surprized to see them cheer on their leader and felt the impulse todo the same" Kick the little mans ass"

Crimson (akiel.martian) looked to Mika, "..honestly my mate, no, but there is always the odd one or two that suprise me!", he rightly said it aloud in such a boisterous manner, seldome or never were the Alar shy, in any sence of the word. The Blacksmith, certainly was not, in bow or blade, surely he was not umong the most gifted of the Laager, but in a bare handed match, well, he certainly knew well enough how to make good use of his weight. Emerald hues looked on at the fight with mirth, happy to see Hendrix enjoying himself, but all the same, "..likely Honey, but ye' never know, one might suprise us!"

Honey (liashlee.inaka) rested her hand lightly on Crimson's arm and pointed out Zairoq, "Oh! How about him, Master?" Leaning forward, she almost slid from the table's surface once again, but steadied herself. "That one, that one," already hyping up for another fight even though this one was still ongoing.

MOUSE (shadow.inaka) looked and saw the blood splatter a few drops really as far as she could see on the pavement and felt woozy , she wabbled as her stomach lurched and she held back her upchucking just bairly as she lay her head on Her jarls leg and turned her face away from the fight deciding listening to the crowd would be a much less sickening way for finding out who came out on top , she said a tiny silent prayer to Odin though to help Jarl Phoenix kick some ass

Zairoq Serrao: Hearing his name called he laughed that they dont keep their sluts on a leash and let them encourage the will of the free but if this was to get into a brawl then he was ready.
  
Phoenix (kytor.silverblade) cursed Himself, as He bucked up to His left and backwards from the kindey hsot, a pain unparalelled to most at the momet of strike, least he hadmanaged to escape the one for His face though, and as He gasped.. COnsiderable massed of muscle moved in a twisted form of grace as He kinda balled up, His head in the height of the man's chest, as a barrage of blows punished his ribcage, left to right, right to left and back over a third time, His actions leaving Hendrix leaning, as he valiantly attempted to swing a vicious left uppercut to finish the match
  
Crimson (akiel.martian) looked to Honey now, turning to gaze at her from over his shoulder, querking a brow at the sight of his property, looking like her balance was just a tad, off, "..if he desires it mine, who knows, mayhaps they'll desire to look after their own after this and help him lick his wounds, if so, I can understand that and if not then all the better for me..", he leaned in a bit and sniffed the air around his slut, "..mine, why do I smell, ale?"

Honey (liashlee.inaka) nodded again, agreeable to everything the man would say, it would seem. When he leaned in close, sniffing at her, she thrust herself forward, nipping at the tip of his nose, hoping to distract him while she used the side of her ankle to knock over one of the tankards. Just a scant bit of the brew was left in the bottom of the vessel, but it was enough to spill out over the planks of the table. Her eyes widened and she stepped in it deliberately, stirring the scent of the ale even higher around her. "Master! It's because these tables are all sticky with it.......the sluts here need to learn how to keep things clean! Maybe they should lick it up!"

MOUSE (shadow.inaka) looked sticking her head out between her Jarls legs seeing the slave point at her Jarl and she shot her a middle finger something her Motherwho had been from earths japan had tought her , she signed a few other rude guestures in sine language and then looked up she knew her Jarl could whip her Jarls ass but was hoping it didnt come to it as he had promised her a trip soon to her favorite place
  
Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) feels the thrill rise in his throat as he's beated like a dingy in stormy waves, blasted with powerful blows left and right, ribs boarding on breakage. It was a masterful move, and one Hendrix hadn't expected quite yet. In fact, he had wanted to do the same a bit later in the match. Now he struggled to stay upright, forcing his feet to move backward and keep him up, working his hands into the fray to at least diminish the strength of the oversized chieftain's hits. Still, he felt himself weakening and had to try something to break the man's momentum. With a quick lunge and a loud growl, he swung his own head down toward the one barreling into his chest. Maybe it could daze the man long enough to jump free and regain composure.
  
Ansleys Ashbourne cries out" Go and win Ye big Torvie!! I'mma not care fer someone who loses!" she had gotten carried away with the fighting watching one of her kin go at it with a southern.
Crimson (akiel.martian) blinked at the nipping of the tip of his nose, his nose wriggled a tad and he frowned at his slutling, emerald hues shifting to the table. The spilt ale would be looked upon and he frowned, he had his mind more on Hendrix's fight and expected it at some point to come to a close, he would nod and turn his gaze back to the combatants. Expecting fully that Honey was not trying to be her usual sneaky self in a strange new city they didnt know the habitants of.

Zairoq Serrao: Laughing as the slut on the table still rables on like she has the right of the free and does not know her place not knowing she shows a weakness in the stength of the clan that she is with and lets him know that if they are that weak in the way they handle their sluts then other weaknesses could be exploited and if this turns into a brawl the fight could be swayed.

Adalwolf (musicizgod) smiled as he watched Pheonix have at it with the southern man, he stroked his beard idly as he mused at the fight "Kick his arse good Kinsman! Bleed the man for all hes got!" he growls out, laughing softly afterwards

Masika Moonwing wonders if all Torvie's think as much as these do, the ones she had know could surely speak well enough for themselves. If they had any wonderings about the stremgth of the Laager perhaps they should just address them directly.
  
Phoenix (kytor.silverblade) was in a state of shock, Hendrix far more able a figter than He had imagined, as he took the blow dealt by His head, and fell backwards and sat on His ass.. "Arghhh.." He cried out in anger and pain, the latter not enough to have him down permanetly, as He wiped the blood from His forehead, and nose .. as He felt His hand swipe over he silently declared to Himself 'Yup .. bae fucking broken..' He shook His head in an attempt to regain His own composure, and while rising he slammed His arms to the ground, reaching the fabled frrenzy "ODIN!!" He cried as He rose back to His full length and charged at Hendrix as He stood there, getting wind in his lungs, Phoenix's right arm cock and on the verge, as He came closer and did one of the wildest haymaker's ever seen
  
Honey (liashlee.inaka) furrowed her brow, watching as the slave girl seemed to lose control of her fingers and not understanding it one bit. Of course, she couldn't read minds, but if she could, she'd figure out that she'd upset the girl with her excitement for another fight. Not that she'd care, that much was evident in the way she quickly shifted her gaze back to the huge Outrider at her side. She smiled charmingly at him, nodding again. And though he didn't say anything outright, she suspected that he suspected and so she might behave a little better.

Ansleys Ashbourne grins softly as he cries out. She knew he would win, how could he not? She was already planning to work on his nose however, but then once it broken it would be sure se would have to fix it. She aslo wondered if he would cry otu if she fixed, but it was flighting as she called out" Ye better hope Odin doona help PHoenix! Ye beating badly as it bae!"
Ansleys Ashbourne: *beating him as*

MOUSE (shadow.inaka) looked up to her Jarl pulling on the leathers of his kilt with shaky hands as she held up two fingers and then her hand out as she held her hand out and it shook a bit , she lowered her head after asking respectfully as she could and hoped his pouch came from his belt as she was indeed nervouse being in such a large group and it was getting the best of her
  
Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) blinked, himself shocked at the turn of events and the large ass shaking the very core of this southern city. He couldn't help but look at the spot where the man had sat, the crumbling of rock where his massive frame had landed. "For fuck's sake, man. Don't you dare sit on me!" He let a hoarse laugh cling to his raw and oxygen deprived throat, eyes going wide as the man lunged ferociously. He waited until the man was almost upon him and suddenly flattened, stomach down, to a low push-up position. This, he now realized, was only going to get him trampled. With a digging in of heels he pressed his shoulder forward, hoping to trip the man over his own form instead of feeling boot to back like a herd of bosk.
  
Zairoq Serrao: Feeling the little one tug he knew that she needed to be calmed and he reached into his pouch and unfolded the wrapped collection of kanda leaves that the green had prepared for times like this and pulled out two sheets of the leaves to hand to his slut to hopefully calm her from a posible attack of her epilesy and put them in a compromised position

Crimson (akiel.martian) caught the nod from Honey, and he smirked, she was not foolish at all, and that was one of the reasons she was his, "..tch..", he felt his gaze look to Hendrix and he roared out victoriously, "..hooooo! Brotha Hendrix, ho!", he said, yes, mayhaps it was prematurely, a fight could always turn, but certain Crimson could not hold back, not now that the fight had taken a turn in the favor of Hendrix, "..aye, now that is just nifty!"

MOUSE (shadow.inaka) took the leafs and she poped them into her mouth and chewed on them as she held onto his leg , she closed her eyes feeling better little by little as she turned again only to see the jarl from her village charge at the man

Zairoq Serrao: Knowing that in the event of a brawl if the loud slut felt his blade that she would squeel like a stuck bosk and distract the others from her clan as choas is a big ally when the numbers are againt you
Masika Moonwing quirked an eye at the kanda exchange, that was enough to lay down a bosk and why such resources would be waisted on a mere beast, especially in the lands of Torvaldsland where it was always in short supply was beyond her, she mus be quite a fuck for that kind of treatment. "Go Hendrix" she called out, much more interested in that show than the other.

Honey (liashlee.inaka) waited until Crimson's eyes were focused on the fight again and the man across the way was kneeling down to attend to his slut. Once the attention was off her, she finished off what was left in the remaining tankard, then hopped down from the table, cleaning up the spilled ale and straightening the cups. The very picture of slavenly obedience. "When I get done here, should I slime your boot for you, Master?" She asked, her sense of right and wrong still dulled from the alcohol, but one glance across the way told that she'd spied the way the other girl clung to the man's boot. "I can beg you with my fingers, too, if you like?"
  
Phoenix (kytor.silverblade) COuldn't help Hendrix' action of course, and it ha the desired effect as His upper thighs slammed into His shoulder, and He fell.. But it wasn't unwelcome, though ferocity had His brain bathing in testpsterone, he hooked His left arm as He flipped over and caught Henderix below his chin, gripping round His throat in His own fall, and the sheer physics of it allowed the wight of His own fall to swinging Hendrix over His own shoulder as he came around, and too it was brutal, a furiously move of pure luck, as he added His own power when Hendix came around His shoulder, hoping He hadn't yanked His neck to a brittle as He hurled the man out of the henge, and into the bushes across the way
  
Ansleys Ashbourne cires out loudly and cheers" Ye got him Phoenix!!!!" she looked happy and thoguht Pheonix had won the fight.

Crimson (akiel.martian) blinked and looked over at Honey, "..mine, if ye' act like the worthless other city sluts around here, I shall hamstring ye' and have ye' whipped for good measure..", he smirked a bit, "..if the other sluts Master over there wishes to keep a sick and worthless beast let him, I for one, would prefer ye' act like a lustmeat o' the honorable ALar..", he leaned a bit to one side and chuckled at her, "..a-", he stopped short, and looked back to the fight, "..bah, Hendrix!", he frowned a bit.

Zairoq Serrao: Smirked atthe comment bout his sick one not as he does not know mine is trained in the sexual pleasures of a geisha as her mother was one and that mine is also mute a pleasure that I am sure most masters wish for
  
Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) had very little ide of what was happening. Somehow his body was being swung like a mace, his head the handle. He felt a few cracks he didn't like. He smelled a ripe scent of armpit he liked even less. But then all seemed free and he was a tarn soaring. The man knew how to use his weight and height, that was for sure, and together with a bit of luck, had managed to gain control of Hendrix's lighter frame. He blinked, his back to the distant ground, his mind strangely slowed and musing on little things like the deliscious taste of roasted tarsk. Then he was down, skidding, bouncing, landing, springing deftly to his feet, hands outstretched like some sort of earthling gymnast. "Hold. Hold! I'm out of bounds."
  
Ansleys Ashbourne thinks" THat mean ye lost right?"

Rocky Balzibo does a small muffled clap with his hands towards the fighters, in a sort of congratulatory manner. A good fist fight should be respected as much as a good furring, without the women. He gives his nods to his friends and turns around on the spot and starts to wander about aimlessly into the somewhat damp night, looking up to the stars he wonders what could have been, if he just had taken the red pill.

Honey (liashlee.inaka) rubs the sides of her temples, almost as if she had a headache coming on from someone struggling valiantly to impress their thoughts upon those around them. It only lasted an ihn or two, though, and then her head cleared again. Rounding the trunk of the tree, she reached out to stroke her fingertips along the bark, marveling on the heightened tactile sensations. She gripped onto a low branch, her hip sliding along Crimson's upper thigh and she favored him with a sleepy looking smile that was probably supposed to be seductive and beguiling, but only managed to look a little.....off.
  
Phoenix (kytor.silverblade) Held His arms up, a gesture of a winner, as he had His back turned to Hendrix, but of course .. the voice Hendrix carried eachoed in His head, and He turned around on His heel, and He sighed, as he blew out His nose best He could to clear the blood "Ya bae hella persistant you are.." He growled low, as He clenched His fists and took a few deep breaths, waiting to see what'd happen, though He was amused by the comment Hendrix had left behind "Like a fookin' ragdoll!" He added, as He swept His bracer over His face in an attempt to get the blood out of His eyes
  
MOUSE (shadow.inaka) didnt clap as Jarl phoenix won the fight she bowed her head silnetly to him in respect has his eyes found her he would have seen it as she held still and quiet letting the kanda work on her nerves and as her Jarl prefered her in public , she looked on as she finally spit the leafs out into her hand and hid them in the plants behind her pushing them into the soil

Zairoq Serrao: Eyed the crowd to see if the leader had a champion to defend the lost honor knowing that one fight can lead to another he went to a defensive stand and calmly waited
Ansleys Ashbourne looks around and to ease any tense feelings" I feel the figthas needa rest, where be ye infirmary and I will look over both of them."

Adalwolf (musicizgod) smiles at seeing Pheonix look as if he had won, then looks over the other men "Anyone care to a duel of blades" he says with a sly grin
  
Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) snorted his own bundle of blood, wishing his chieftain had been here to see the masterful fight. He jumped lightly over the low wall, spit a wad of blood toward the ground, and swiped his nose and mouth with a sweaty arm. "A good fight." He strides close to the tall tarnsman and slaps his palm to the high shoulder. "A good fighter, and a better catapult." He chuckles and it turns to a bloody cough. "I enjoyed breaking my nose with you." His mood was light, as usual after a fight, and win or lose, he loved the action and felt them both worthy pugalists.
  
Crimson (akiel.martian) looked to Hendrix, and held up a hand, "..I give that landing a ten me brotha!", he called, only to look to Honey's hip as it brushed against him, right hand, rearing out to smack her backside with a grin, "..ye' silly slut..", he said and then looked to Mika, left hand raised up and set atop her shoulder, "..if ye' are not too tired my mate..", he would nod in Hendrix's general direction, "..if he needs ye' to tend to him, and if not, let him tend his own wounds..", he said rather softly, "..it was a good honorable fight, hopefully all their men give more action than words.."

Masika Moonwing: "Aye, of course I will tend him if he allows:" that was the trouble with Hendrix, never sitting still long enough to heal "One can only hope, seems the air is quite thick with many thoughts and actions from only one." she nestled into his grasp, glad he was a man with the actions to support his convictions.
  
Phoenix (kytor.silverblade) Exhaled in relief, the bloodloss considerable "There'll bae more times to be certain.." He said as he offered His arm "I bae tributing you, a worthy foe, Hendrix, hella fighter, and hadn't ya been so very .. Alaarian .. I'd bae inviting ya to fight by mah side" he said as he nodded, and grasped Hendrix's arm, and raised his left "There bae 2 winners this night, bae 2 who found good brothership in one another!" He nodded firmly as though His word was beyond dispute, and it was, for he was of course none other than Phoenix
  
Ansleys Ashbourne sighes softly at her kins words" Aye, nad there be crooked noses to show it aswell."
  
Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) looked at the man with a grin. It was amazing how many friends he had made in much the same way. Almost as many as the enemies. "Who knows but the purposes of the Alar and the ... you all ... might not coincide long enough for a proper pillaging and brandishing of blades toward quaking farmers." Then he heard the comment about noses and remembered his own, grasping it in his fist and wrenching it back to mostly proper position with a crack. He looked toward Mika. "Aii, do your thing, woman, and keep me looking pretty for the ladies."

Cor of Ar, comes to speak to the Poets

Cor Tarrant made his way back towards the gate, his forehead glistening with beads of sweat that lingered along his crown. His narrowed eyes incessantly took in his surroundings, a trait honed into him since his childhood. "Ho there, Alars!" he called out, though he knew well the early ahns would have more than a few folks sleeping at the moment. Cor looked around appreciatively, though there was a slight grimace as to the rustic appearance of their camp.

Jaym Wolfhunter 's hands cupped to HIs mouth...and a bellow of some volume was heard..."You are seen by the wagons...come traveller.." He cried...for it was not uncommon for there to be visitors to the Laager...these were not the Turian plains...and many were those who came to hawk their wares and sell their information to the Noble Alar...

[04:51]  Jaym Wolfhunter chuckled to this and retort came on swift feet..."Id speak to you of wheels...and their turning...but My Logic...as the do the Wheels of the Wagons of the Alar...crush the world that impedes them" He said..."I do not see perhaps, culture as you see it...unless in the broadest sense..." He said with a dismissive wave of His paw..."But that is a discussion for paga and fist fights...and I am in no mood for either" He said honestly..."As for your interest in poetry..especially Alar Poetry...well, shows you a Man of good taste" He said...and then did He turn to His mate...lovely in her natural beauty...He spoke..."Kanda...this, is Cor of the city of Ar...Cor, this...is My Mate...Mother of My Son called Sorath...and Lore Keeper of the Laager..." He said...

[04:55]  Cor Tarrant (trenzos.dyrssen) noticed the woman and her son. He dipped his head to them in polite fashion. "Tal," he replied back, unsure if Lady was a title that constitued an insult or a praise. Perhaps it was all about the intentions, he mused. Flicking his gaze back to Jaym, he stroked his beard, looking thoughtful at the man's words. "Such is the Alar's way, I know, I know," he said, shaking his head. "I have studied the various cultures that are prevalent beyond the caste society I hail from. Each to their own. But I concur with your mood." He placed a hand on his chest and turned back to regard Kanda as the introductions were made. "Lore Keeper?" he queried. "Doubtless you would know more stories in prose, a fashion I am more interested in than verse. Well met, Kanda. The poems though must be sung loud. Loud enough to perhaps bring about a certain wall of rhyme that would be able to fend off people who...do not patronise the Arts." He looked to Jaym expectantly.

[04:58]  Kanda (kanda.veeper) had no idea what the topic of the day was thus far. It did seem to be everything from ease of wagon movement to war to arts all in the same breath. Always did a smile cross her lips to her her Mate speak her name..and then some. "It's a pleasure to meet you Cor of Ar. Have to say it's lovely to see a visitor up here from behind those walls. I..dont exactly do stories in anything more than straight word. " she turned a little blankly to her Mate. "You...do not want me singing.." and she did have to admit any attempt to do that would fend off some. Mountain larls..maybe. She watches her Mate slip into thought and sighs "So...you come up here ...for art?" she then asks their guest.

[05:02]  Cor Tarrant (trenzos.dyrssen) leaned forwards as Kanda spoke, nodding his head at the various appropriate moments. He then pursed his lips and studied the woman before him. "I am a scholar, first and foremost," he explained. "Certain legends I study and attempt to incorporate them into present day. You would be surprised just how many legends have a sliver of truth in it. So I have taken the vocation of travelling around and accounting the various legends of various cultures. When I met Jaym here in Ar, he told me he was a poet. I know well the nature of the Alars and their poetry is...certainly deep. Deep enough to perhaps store legends and myths." He paused, hmming aloud for a moment. "And to be sure, I am a patron of the Arts," he added unnecessarily.

[05:09 AM]  Kanda Veeper leaned forward with their guest and wraps her arms around her knees. There was always this feeling that came over her when she spoke with the educated sorts from cities. She was most certainly not one of them but knew that in her own right, she was quite leaned. "Well i at least, am no scholar. I am quite sure i have my work in life because i happen to be able to read and write at all. If you seek legends of any sort though.." she sticks a thumb toward her Mate and gives a sage nod "He..was born one..in every sense that there could be one..." and she looked at the handsome face marked by scars "I am a patron of the Him. Arts are well and good too though."

[05:17 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's merriment was plain in His eyes...words were given birth as His lips parted..."There are some poems, that come in the form of epic tales...and some poems that come in the form of shouted ire...it depends I think, on the mood of the composer...and the mood of the world around Him...or Her" He said...a low nudge light was given to His mates side..."Women I think are the greatest of poets..." the Alar Chieftain said without much pause...it was a strange thing to hear on a world such as Gor...but perhaps true...or at least true enough for an Alar..."For from within them...do they give life to a poem that exists past her mouth or hand...past even her life..." He said..."If, she is lucky" He added

[05:23 AM]  Trenzos Dyrssen arched an eyebrow slightly and looked between the two. He leaned forwards even more and rubbed his palms together before facing it towards the fire. "I am unsure how gender is taken into account of poetry," he said in a refined voice. "Unless you are referring to the passers of knowledge, catering it along through oral correspondence which perpetuates the content and immortalises it. Though, in the telling certain changes or distortions are apt to be made." A scribe would possibly never be able to accept oral communication as a genuine one. He then dipped his head to Kanda. "But to be sure, do not assume my words are contrary to what Jaym says. Doubtless the voice of women are more pleasant than the rough baritone of men. Still..." He turned back to Jaym. "Poems are needed and as such, their value is not yet accounted for. Especially when they will be propagated to other cities to provide awareness of the Arts."

[05:26 AM]  Kanda Veeper nearly let out a laugh but instead the colour and smile upon her face rise to truer rouge an greater warmth. She was rather a fan of the poetry that came from ire...and the sort that was driven by pure unbridled passion. Really it was from the same heart though. To the nudge she instantly slips the palm of her hand over the toe of His boot and she did think that with those words, they did bare witness to art. At least it was art as she saw it "I think that right there was one of the more beautiful things i have heard said...and i am the luckiest woman around..so.." she turns to their guest with a waggle of her brows. He seemed to have a much more ..serious mind on poetry than the Alar did though. "I hope your words are not contrary to His or i might have to take offence...and then my mood and poems would all be soured..and that , dear man of Ar...would be a tragedy of artistic proportions. "

[05:27 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's barking laughter was heard...His hand smote His thigh and He spoke..."You see...You are not an Alar...For I speak of a life as a poem...and they...these women fine...are the creators of it!" He said...it was a solitary tear of merriment that gathered at the corner of His eye...it was dislodged with a calloused finger...and that finger wiped on the tunic of rough fabric that hung on His shoulders...His eyes turned to His mate...and then back to the fellow of Ar..."But I know of which you speak...the Poems of the world given voice by tongue...and not by deed or thought" ...His laughter laced voice then stilled..."Alar Poems...those spoke to those with ears to hear...are surely great...sold at times...depending on the nature of the telling...for as much as a gold tarn" He said..."and still...the price I think is too low" He mused...

[05:33 AM]  Trenzos Dyrssen watched the exchange like a detached figure, taking in the small, subtle nuances between them. He smiled thin at Kanda's remark and he dipped his head to her once more. "A tragedy indeed, though hope is always a lucrative emotion that tends to usually provide determination," he replied. Jaym's sudden laughter though made him narrow his eyes. However, his angered face was washed away by the smile that adorned his lips. "Now that you mention it, but I consider life more than just a poem, but a saga of prose, one that is actually represented by the game of kaissa. Still, the price of your poems...a gold tarn. I will need to constantly hear your poems, so perhaps a rate of a gold tarn per every month." He paused and then parted his lips, scratching his cheek casually. "Although...just how well will you recite your poem to others? Will there be any...complications to those who perhaps appreciate your art but desire not to hear it?"

[05:34 AM]  Kanda Veeper turned back toward her Mate and after that statement it would be a few ehn before she would be able to pull her eyes away. She could hear their own creation out playing with the other children still..and it sounded like He was winning whatever game they played. Naturally. Her hand wrapped around the toe of His boot squeezes a bit harder. If only a squeeze could be properly translated into the gratitude and pure adoration she did feel. "Perhaps with their new tax cuts..the good people of Ar can actually afford the well formed words of the Alar.." then she too ponders if there would be any ..complications. Did strike her that far more would wish to hear their words...than not, though.

[05:38 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter scratched idly at the side of His face...He responded at first to the question..."Once...there was a fellow who asked of a Poem...He did not appreciate the complex simplicity of it...and thought to refuse payment...Now, mind you...He was infact drunk...and of ill mind...So...I for a short time, made the fellow bereft of conciousness...and then as is right and just...lightened His purse ...with interest" the Chieftain mused..."But that was in My youth...and I have little need for such now...I have even...in My noble and generous nature...gifted a poem upon a couple of fine folks of this world" He said...then scratching at His face did He ponder some..."as for how well are they recited...they are recited by an Alar...the quality of such telling is not something that needs worry over" He said "and you seem a fine fellow...Cor of Ar...I can see no foreseeable complications" He added..."Too...the price seems a good one...I cannot begrudge you your thrift...you are after all...not an Alar" He said to the Man

[05:43 AM]  Trenzos Dyrssen smiled openly and dipped his head to him. "You are a gracious man, Jaym of the Alars," he said. "Then we have a deal. And now I can speak plainly with you." He paused though, mainly due to his dramatic manners. "When I call for your aid, you shall provide it to me, Cor of Ar. A time wil come when that will occur. But I need you to understand that the Ubarate of Ar is not the one paying you. I, Cor of Ar, leader of the House of Tarrant and cousin to the Ubara Melisande shall ensure your services will be rendered when I call for it. The Ubarate of Ar is not your client. I am. I trust this will not be a problem?" He turned his gaze to Kanda and nodded his head to her. "Actually, the economics of Ar is increasing, to the point where prosperity is huge. Under the Moisant Ubarate, it seems the city is doing well."

[05:48 AM]  Kanda Veeper could listen to her Mate talk all day. Half the things that parted from His lips made sense to no one but Himself...but that did not sway her love of His words. "Hm. You really have a way of um...disciplining those drunk and not in agreement with You..." and so many smitings could have been avoided by carefully chosen word of men who due to drink had lost any ability to pick words carefully. "I was able to listen to the new Ubar give his address to the city yesterday. That man gives much away to the public about the state of things. The wealth currently held in Ar...its profits...are known. Amongst other things.." and she turned again toward her Mate now a bit confused by the offer to be hired to a single house of Ar. Purpose for such really not clear to her....but that was what shutting up and looking pretty was for...so Men could talk and divulge the answers to questions she could not ask"

[05:52 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes were calm..."When you have need of a Poem, its type of delivery as of yet to be determined...yes...I can see no ill in the nature of this...bargain..." He said..."Now, as you might or might not know...Cousin of the Ubara...of Ar" the Chieftain spoke..."Melisande has offered a substantial sum to the rapacious personage of the Alar...in this...what shall We call it...spat..." he said amused..."With Tyros...though I have yet to speak with the Ubarate in person...and so...no formalized agreement...has been reached" He said..."These two...contracts...are separate from each other...know that...as the converse continues" He said without rancor

[05:55 AM]  Trenzos Dyrssen nodded his head to Kanda. "Unfortunately I was busy in some other affairs, but yes, he believes in an open manner not unlike that of the Alars," he said, a deliberate attempt at flattery there. "Even so, the scope of Ar's existence was thwarted slightly by Tyros, as everyone knows. My interest though is in another matter altogether that's hardly associated with Melisande's dealings with you. Ubarates must react to what is heaped on their plate. But I am a visionary and it is inevitable that hostilities between Treve and Ar will resume sooner or later. So..." he leaned back and rubbed the back of his neck. "It is hardly my jurisdiction to tell you who you can or cannot work with. I am providing you with my purpose so you can get the job done easily. I am placing the pieces on the kaissa board now. In time, the game will start and the pieces will begin to move."

[05:58 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter rubbed His hands together..."Then the world might well be ready...for the Alar Gambit!" He cried...He leaned in...and spoke as if in secrecy..."You see...one night, I had a dream...of a Gambit unmatched...whereby...the Alar who sat at either the yellow or the red...might swiftly take up the board...and smite the opponent upon the head with the heavy wooden block" He said ... "I Myself...felt it a stroke of genius...though, some...especially those fellows of the caste of players...might not think so...then again..." He said..."...they are not Alar" He added

[05:59 AM]  Kanda Veeper goes rather quiet and lets the arm still free of anything wrap tightly around her knees as she leans in with keen interest. It was an honour, or at least she considered it one that she was able to sit in on this sort of conversation between Men. She was not sure if the topics at hand might bore most women to tears but she was always fascinated by dealings between cities and now extremely curious as to why a house would hire those who had essentially been offered place to fight in Ar. It seemed to her that the only reasons for such would be the most ..juicy. She did take a guess though,...that both Men played Kaissa and the board was not here ..but up in the wagon.
[05:59 AM]  Kanda Veeper: "Let me know if You need me to go get ..the game.." she whispers over left

[06:01 AM]  Trenzos Dyrssen narrowed his eyebrows into a semblance of a frown at the Alar's words. Cor was a man who not only loved the game, he worshipped it. And to think... "Well, such a stroke of genius would be considered cheating," he countered. "Why, if someone did that, I would ensure the man become an outlaw." He shook his head once more and then looked over at Kanda. "But doubtless such talk would bore you, Lady."

[06:04 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's hearty laughter was heard to bellow forth..."I have been called...so much worse..." He cried..."Outlawry...is often I think...something that is tied to the beliefs of a world that cannot deal with them..." He said...idle chatter for certain..."As for Cheating...well...You, Cor of Ar...do not make a living...as do the Alar...and such ...bending of the rules...are ways in which We fine fellows...ensure victory...and the contined judicious nature of the Alar...which superceedes...any sense of righteous indignation...leveled at us...by those of the cities" He said without malice...

[06:08 AM]  Kanda Veeper heard a squeal of children but it was not the comforting warm sort so she sticks her head out of the tent for an ihn and rolls her eyes before shouting down "Sorath!! You do not get to do that to girls until they are older!! Put her down.." and the motherly glare came out until it was done and she could return to adult conversation. "I..think i might have called You worse.." she chuckles. "Must be easy to follow every rule and law set forth when you live in the comfort and safety behind giant walls, though." she slips in before hushing herself once more so the Men could properly speak. It was amazing how poetry seemed to fall from her Mates lips with every word. Surely the Man Cor could be nothing short of impressed.

[06:10 AM]  Trenzos Dyrssen waved his hand dismissively. "Vernacular verbosity can only be comprehended through the most altruistic of notions, catered only to those who would cast away the shield of honour," he said. "But to be sure, I never was a man who liked carrying the shield around. Another reason why I rose caste." He chuckled slightly and rubbed his forehead. "Anyhow, it is best I take my leave, Jaym of the Alar. Business does not seem to warrant any notion of actually being busy without my presence, alas." He flicked his gaze towards the children and looked bemused for a moment. "Walls give me the priveledge to lead a life of comfort. It would be difficult to study obscure legends and the concepts of society when I worry more about having enough wood for a fire." He gestured towards the fireplace.

[06:13 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter nodded to this amused...He spoke as rough fingers dragged through the mane atop His head...adding simply..."When next you see your cousin...give her the regards...of the Chieftain of the Alar..." He said casually...His eyes dancing merry and bright..."I wish you well enough...Cor of Ar...travel fast and low" He said...not rising...but simply turning His attention then...to matters of some import...He looked to His mate..."I am ravenous" He said

[06:15 AM]  Kanda Veeper blinks up and swears she missed something "You are going?" and she didn't think she had been off correcting offspring types for so long that she had missed and entire business deal. Perhaps she had been distracted and missed it since her own thoughts sometimes did get in the way "So wait...the Men are hired by him.." she motions to Cor "..and potentially to the city..but it's separate contracts?" She ...did not quite get it but had to attribute these things to her being a woman and lacking the ability to grasp. There were three words there though that sent her to her feet "Oh..wait...ravenous for ..food?" she just had to double check..

[06:15 AM]  Trenzos Dyrssen dipped his head to Jaym and Kanda. "I wish you well." At that, he turned away, heading through the camp and making his way into the fields of Eteocles.

[06:17 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter nodded to this and patted the stomach once..."Hungry...for food...at the moment" was His reply..."As for the other matters...Worry not your pretty head...it is well in hand..." He said..."I will fill you in...later" He said amused

[06:19 AM]  Kanda Veeper gives a nod as well and bends down to place her lips gently to the scar under His left cheek "Then food..You shall have. I can go to the kitchen and get You something proper.." she didn't think the snacks closer by would solve the issue of ravenous. " I would appreciate the fill in. People ask me questions and i hate not knowing how best to answer them..if at all." and with that she spins on heel and heads out to do what she loved to do most..make Him..happier.

[06:19 AM]  Trenzos Dyrssen muttered to himself. "A Chieftain as a Poet?" he shook his head. "What next, a Player as an Ubar?" He kicked a pebble with his sandals and allowed his toes to meet it. Boots. Next time wear boots.

The Alar Camp outside Ar...

[04:30 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's hands were cupped to His mouth ...a deep breath was taken and He, that Chieftain of the Alar gave a bellow that rung loudly through the streets...or at least to Him it did..."BEWARE...THERE ARE ALAR CAMPED OUTSIDE THE WALLS OF AR!" He cried...allowing a hint of panic to mix with the words shouted...It was to join in the fray of war that the Alar had come...not yet chosen of a side...but surely they would ride at the front of either the forces of Ar...or the forces of Tyros....whomever's coffers were opened the most deeply...."BEWARE" He added anew...pleased by the looks of the passing merchants and the stock terror of that slave whos bells noted her hasty departure...a grin suffused His face...and the Alar Chieftain with banner proud then began to walk idly through the streets...well pleased with the turmoil that now surrounded...

[04:34 AM]  Dren Bernard shakes his head as he decides it is time to go to sleep, another long night, time it is.

[04:35 AM]  Kytor Silverblade fingered His sword, and the laid eyes on an old familliar "THought the tune sung sounded familliar" He remarked, as He stood back and leaned up against the wall ajacent "You put fear into the denizens of Ar, chief.. Though they're in need, feeling themselves certainly superior per normal.." He hitched a brow "It is good to see you again, a sentiment not many of Ar will however share I'd imagine"

[04:36 AM]  Trenzos Dyrssen walked out into the streets after hearing the loud sound. Alars....how had they come into this picture? Frowning thoughtfully, he turned to regard the assassin before him and then, evidently, the Alar. It was easy to tell. The man had blonde hair and was wearing barbaric clothes. And the big axe helped too. "Ho there!" he called out to the Chieftain. "The Killer is right. Not many would be pleased to know the Alars here, barbarous folks that they are. What name do you go by, Alar?"

[04:39 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter scratched at the side of His face with four fingers calloused...merriment danced in the eyes of the man called Jaym by some...Brute by others...and in response His words were given wings..."Ho " He called out in tones laden with pleasuere...and then He turned to the fellow arrived late..."Ho to you fellow!" He called out..."I Myself...am rumored to be called Jaym...said by some...to be the Chieftain of the Rapacious Alar....often called a great teller of stories...and a Poet of no equal...." He said..emphasizing the good...naturally, He was called many things...as were the Alar...often with fear and jealousy laden tongues...His eyes cut through the swaths of people...over buildings of cut stone aplenty..."Our Arrival is not yet of ill omen...for We have yet to take a banner under which to ride..." He said..."I am simply...weighing our options...who can begrudge Me this?" He asked...

[04:42 AM]  Kytor Silverblade woulda lughed, though His training was different than to permit HImself that given the gravity of the situation "Insulting the Alar before one of there own .. Certainly a good idea" He remarked with glee as He studied the bluecaste, as His arms folded Over His chest "Scarcely think anyone would, I do however believe the last bidder to not win, will be the one grievous to the Alar" And found Himself speculating if a third intrest would prop in to Bid, for an unexpected result possibly

[04:43 AM]  Trenzos Dyrssen studied the man carefully, attempting to pry through the words and perceive the unsung voice the Alar did not deign to reveal. He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, however, his eyebrows perked up at the mention of stories and Poet. Pursing his lips together, he then began to stroke his beard. "Well, this is most curious," he remarked, taking another step forward. "I am Cor Tarrant of the Scribes and a Patron of the Arts. It would be rather negligent of me if I did not patronise the poet....of no equal," he further added hurriedly. "Still, you do not look like much of a Poet lest you prove yourself. I would desire you recite one." He turned to Phoenix and shook his head. "Ah and here I thought the Alars actually loved being called barbaric. Insults are for the intentions, at least within the civilised worlds."

[04:45 AM]  Dyzu Ceawlin slipped hands through her hair, fingers tangled in a web of blonde strands. She'd been sitting pon marble stairs in awe of all that was Ar, for never had she seen such a city in her life. Her gaze had hungrily observed all that surpassed with a throbbing of her heart, and an ache in her stomach for she longed for home. However, life had led her to a different path, and so she took it, with reservation. She must've dozed off, somewhere along the line, for when her gaze settled back, she saw men talking and voices booming. And so she sat up, nimble hands resting on her knees while she settled her stare on the tips of her boots.

[04:49 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's amusement was plain as He responded to Kytor first..."What care I, of those who did not fully weigh the need for We fine fellows to ride aneath their banner?" He asked..."If their purses and pouches be tied too tight, then it be on their own head the folly of being miserly" He said, then did He turn to the fellow called Cor...His voice thunderous if distant..."Ho then...Cor of the Writers of things...and Patron of Others..." a nod was given to Him singular..."...though your jest is amusing...it would be folly to continue....an Alar poem or story is no simple thing...its a tapestry woven...and can fetch a high price in the telling...once" He said..."As for being barbaric....I see the cities as such...not we of the Laager...is it not...barbaric to shun the world...and forget the smell of clean air...to marvel at columns and not at the falling of water over a stream pure..." He asked..."Then again...you might not think so, and I cannot begrudge you this...you are not an Alar, so surely flawed" He said

[04:56 AM]  Adelphia Resident was absolutely and unapologetically sensual in her every movement, as she sashayed through the city. Breeding and training worked as one to ensure that she turned most of the heads she passed by. Every feature on her face was the result of generations of breeding, and even her blinks were somehow seductive, just the smallest, slowest little droop and raise of her lids. The odd peasant that looked as though he would try to reach out and touch her was met with a defiant, daring glare, and she passed by without issue. She stopped only when she spotted robed of blue, and a perfectly shaped brow lofted up on her forehead. The undulation of her hips slowed as she changed course and approached the men. Just close enough to eavesdrop, mind. It was as she arrived within earshot and stopped that the general conversation became apparent, and sent her cheeks appling. As she stood on the spot, she moved slowly, her limbs and wide hips subtly swaying in a way that was as natural to her as breathing, sending just the gentlest tinkling of her adornments onto the breeze. She didn't speak, nor greet, nor kneel. She stood in place and occasionally ran a critical gaze over the three figures, mostly giving the impression of being entirely enraptured by her own body as she preened like a peacock.

[04:58 AM]  Dyzu Ceawlin canted her head back, ever so slightly, her gaze swiftly sweeping from one to another, even slaves she regarded in her silence, and what beauty's they beheld. The supple fabric of silk enhancing the curves of there marvoulous bodies. A pang of jealousy shot her, but for only a moment, for she hadn't a heart for slavery, though she never shunned work. She tried to recall the things she knew about Alar, but for the fact that they cut babies and killed those they considered weak, infant included. But then again, all could be rumours, for gossip was always hot topic in many a womans conversation. She'd even heard stories about men eating men. A shudder ran down her spine, despite the weather. A light smile danced on her lips at the words of this marvelous man, as he insulted the other without hesitance. The marvels she had seen on her travels so far, were simply exhilarating to her, for so long had she lived in a cage of ice and snow, cruelly whipping winds and little pleasure.

[05:01 AM]  Kytor Silverblade Looked all around, and His eyes fell in recognition to the 3 figures who had doubled the habitation of these discussion suddenly, though He judged at least 3 would be quiet for the discussions, but He noticed the furled brow on the woman of free nature, though distant, His attention to detail was part of the training He had once received, too He studied well the slavegirl strutting around like she was the end-game of life or some such, But he would not deprave her, Instead He'd whistle at her to come forth, like she was but a mere animal, but By his comprehension any slave, though bred were mere objects.. He glanced to the scibe and then to Jaym "It's not often you see something as ladened with emotion as a slave's dance .. Though this, is moreso" He exlaimed as He parked His ass on the bench and looked on with clear amusement "Neither of you know naught of real poetry, but please, do proceed"

[05:05 AM]  Rahn Au grins to man sitting next to me "Tal" he says cheerfully

[05:05 AM]  Crysantha Lafleur settles down to the very clean cobbles at his feet, her body always within reach, the early morning sun just peeking out, with a sleep smile on her face she stifles a yawn looking around.

[05:06 AM]  Innocence Lapis she was just going to threat a chain of small marigolds and wear them on her head, but as poetry was mentioned she gasped out in delight. Some slaves drew their pleasure from touch, she derived the more intimate pleasure of mental intercourse, perhaps it was because she was a born scribe and slave by the amusement of the Priest kings, tiny hands pressed against the stones in a silent kiss of anticipation as her eyes got wider, and wider as her pulse sped up and her stomach started releasing butterflies into the cavern of her torso she moved in the shadowy lee's of the walls, looking for a vantage spot to listen from, but still make her floral head wreath

[05:06 AM]  Crysantha Lafleur: "Tal, Master", murmuring very quietly.

[05:07 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes danced merry at the arrival of His mate...An arm slipped around her waist...and without hesitation or pause did He capture Her lips with His...being refined was He felt, for those who were not capable of being bold...and then as the kiss was broken...did He hear the fellow speak of His lack of knowledge...a smile danced in His eyes...and fingertip itched for a brief moment..."Mind your tongue...else I use it to fashion a noose about your neck" He said with a voice bereft of emotion or malice..."For you see...the Alar are unmatched in anything their mind is set to...and there are no peoples as prolific in the verbal arts...as the Alar" He said ..."Why...it was an Alar...handsome fellow...who won even the Contest of Ar, during the feast of fools held here a year past" He said without much in the way of subtlety...His eyes slid amongst those now gathered...a nod given to those Free folk...and appraisal of those which were not...

[05:08 AM]  Kaitlin Eiren steps outside the clinic intent on having a look at the changes overnight to the new clinic but pulls up short seeing the cast of varied characters outside the door. Dipping her head in greeting and farewell to all she heads over to the older section of the city wondering at the events of the busy lane vowing to return to have a look.

[05:08 AM]  Kanda Veeper was never in the slightest surprised to see her Mate surrounded by various people. Men and slaves was what most often did find their way to encircle Him. Her brow arches toward Him slightly at the mention of poetry though there was not much time to keep it raised, or desire to as His lips did find her own..an act she would never tire of. Gently she leans into Him and tries to get all caught up on if she actually did know anyone or anything that was going on. Clearly a lesson on Alar brilliance was a part of it. Education for the people of Ar was a good idea in her mind too..since many seemed to have not a clue about her Mate or the Alar people. It was a lesson she was going to be quite content to just stand and watch,

[05:08 AM]  Rahn Au rubs his eyes, sore from being hung over... "its to damn earrly in the morning. why did you wake me?" poking the slave's ribs

[05:08 AM]  Crysantha Lafleur jerks, her lush curves rippling with the movement, she gazes at him her eyes still that half closed sensual appearance upon awakening. "I kept hearing odd noises in this strange place Master, I am sorry i was so restless."

[05:08 AM]  Innocence Lapis her eyes narrowed and her lips presses tightly against one another as a flare of emotion painted the heights of her cheeks with what ever passion it was. Perhaps she was angry, perhaps the defense of the ancient art of linguistics and their import was something that stirred her normally pallid cheeks to a crimson hue. As for Alars.. she didn't have a good word to say about them. They had not in any way impressed her with their candor. Quite the opposite in fact, they had appeared to her to be a lazy warring people, camping outside of the principalities in Gor to avoid having to learn anything as strenuous as reading. In fact it had been an Alar, tall, blond and full of himself that had chided her ' what use is a slave that can read... I need a slave that can fuck'. She shuddered and curled down against the stone, placing the last pierced stem through another and creating the never ending knot of flowers, she popped it on her head with a broad, proud smile, like an Ubara being crowned, before waiting to actually hear... some poetry

[05:08 AM]  Adelphia Resident's attention was caught by the whistle of the man in black. Her eyes flitted over to him, though she didn't move at once. She let her eyes trail down to his feet and back up. She was arrogant... and very obviously so. But the arrogance was not born of a self-worth in any way other than a monetary one. She was, in the end, no more than a vessel for genes that had been honed by slavers. She was in motion by the time Phoenix sat, her wide hips undulating from side to side, the gentle tinkling of her adornments punctuating the air with every step. When she reached him, she melted to her knees, folding her colt-like legs beneath her and arching her back to perfection. Her every subtle movement was designed to display herself to the man... to make him find her desirable... and most importantly, to garner his interest in stock from her owner's house. Her voice was a thickly accented Taharian purr, barely more than a whisper of "Greetings, Master." as she met his eyes with her own near-black gaze. The arrival of  the other people wasn't missed, but she had been whistled to attention, so attention she'd give, in spades.

[05:08 AM]  Dyzu Ceawlin crossed her ankles as she continued to sit and watch the scene unfold. She was not the only one showing interest, for more joined to watch this spectacle. Hungering eyes caught hold of every detail, the clothes they were, their movements, yet never would she cross gaze with anybody. The corner of ones eye, could behold many a thing too. Fingers reached to push back a strand behind her ear before landing both palms behind her, and resting back a bit. What a day this turned out to be. Momentarily eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the beams of sun that warmed her pale skin. And as her eyes opened once more, the kiss had surpassed and she'd seen nothing of such an event, so bodly. Brow arched at the mans threat and worry crept to embrace her heart, choosing between staying in curiosity, or wandering further out of safety. The sheer arrogance of the Alar intrueged her, and it dawned on her that perhaps the stories of their cruelty could be true, and not the webs of an over imaginative free womans mind. She sat on  her hands, the urge to speak so great she bit her lip to refrain herself. For all that talk about poetry didn't do the subject justice, like speaking of beauty, yet never witnessing

[05:16 AM]  Kytor Silverblade Perked a brow asHe laid eyes on Kanda "It is well to see you without cuffs on for once, Kanda.." He said in jest, though it was true, usually when He saw her she'd be knee-depp in trouble of some sort, mostly with the law "I see you still serve Jaym with unbridled passion, yes?" He spoke, as He looked at the exotic who came to His feet, surely a special one, one that would certainly fetch a sack of gold for someone who praised slave above their stations, though as He had no use for a slavegirl of such price, He simply reach out, grabbed her collar and put her on all fours, as His back pressed against the wall and He lifted His feet to resto n her back "I wonder, what price would a footstool be worth?" he muttered

[05:20 AM]  Innocence Lapis she giggled at such an odd movement, then suckled her lower lip to keep her silence in tact, she padded about the corner to lay eyes on the beast on all fours, for a moment she looked to the man responsible. Her ears wiggled with amusement and she hope he might add to the she-beast punishment, making her eats sans hand. That would be funny, watching the exotic girl, in all her splendor lapping from a bowl of water like a clumsy Bosk. It was all too much, she had to press back into the shadows and bury her face in her hands, indulging in a soft ripple of child like laughter. It was muffled by the serious , thick segments of her working tunic. She wasn't a pretty silky, she was a working kajira. She let out her first audibly loud noise, as her Master approached, throwing herself on his leg and kissing his foot

[05:21 AM]  Kanda Veeper 's eyes cast around those gathered and she spotted the Men doing as they wish which was normal..tended by bits of flesh. She did wonder about the other bits of flesh though who seemed to do nothing. One in particular up upon the stairs struck her as rather lazy. Simply sitting on stairs to have to avoid any service...she could only assume. Didn't really matter though since obviously it was on a slave amongst the laager. She did give a little laugh upon hearing the words of someone she had to admit it had been far too far between sightings of "In fairness..they didn't ever put me in cuffs here ..and i got the best room and service in the city after that .." she chuckles "..and i'm His Mate..i do what's needed.." then she naps her fingers at the bit of flesh being used as a stool "They rain down upon the Laager for free...bits of flesh..if you do recall.." then she gives a quick look to one more Man yet arriving and lets out a soft "Tal.."

[05:21 AM]  Innocence kneels and reverently kisses Syd's foot.

[05:21 AM]  Rahn Au leaning down closer to to her ear " Today we move but I want you to send word to Eldin in case I end up detained for some reason." Them both knowing sooner or later he would be in trouble

[05:22 AM]  Deltroy Umino speaks quickly. "Tal." He greets, minimally, inconspicuosly despite his outlandishly foreign clothing.

[05:22 AM]  Syd Moonstone: me stands outside the physicians door watching the scene before him, and smiles seeing his new aquisition.. "greetings mine.. " he says softly beofore turning his attention to the others in the square guaging the mood of theday .. he places a hand in the small of his back experimentally testing the area of the injection.. but feels nothing ]

[05:23 AM]  Janne Swashbuckler: Kept her self in a bit of distance just to observe the crowd in front of her. She somehow felt amused by the conversation she heard between the free people lips. Dove was always a shy one, and she always kept her distance when she was unsure on the suroundigs. Her green sparkling eyes kept moving from one side to another. Felt a small breeze tickle her hair, as it layed down like a sheet over her curvy breasts. Her hand rised slowly up to her right ear, to check if the talender she recently got was still worn in her hair. It made her smile again.

[05:23 AM]  Crysantha Lafleur grins at his orders, and nods her head to acknowledge, "Yes Master, I will be sure to warn him when... er... if that happens." Reaching up she scratches the side of her nose aimlessly, then traces that same nail down his knee in affection.

[05:24 AM]  Innocence Lapis Alar women in their dresses of grey wool, and loosely woven hair could not compare more often than not to slaves, especially those as pretty as the ones gathering and coo'ing about the men, she didn' envy them at all, as Alar women, were known, in fits of jealousy to SLAUGHTER slaves. She had done her best to see the Alar males scars, but his floppy hair had hidden them, leaving her disappointed. "Tal my Master, The Lady of the Serviti wishes to speak to you about borrowing me, the lady green, you have seen, and that is all. I missed you my Master! how may I please you?!"

[05:24 AM]  Rahn Au: /mebarely lifting his head. His head still throbbing from the night before "Tal" he saysto Deltroy

[05:24 AM]  Adelphia Resident's limbs were in motion at once, even slightly before strong fingerpads made contact with her collar. She moved fluidly, following the guidance of the steel about her neck, and putting her arms out before her, lotion-softeneed palms pressing against the rough stone. When his feet lifted and moved to her back, she arched slightly, creating a cradle in the small of her back that would give him comfort... and her, back-ache. But what was back-ache, if not the price of gleaming? Her head was held straight and she found a pebble on the floor upon which to rest her gaze. Though the sounds of the city washed over her, occasional tidbits of conversation being absorbed by her sharp mind, she would seem entirely and undeterrably focused on her task.

[05:25 AM]  Syd Moonstone wanders down the steps motioning that altonia should follow.. "tal Free .. " he chcukles genially .. "and not so free"

[05:25 AM]  Deltroy Umino lifts a hand to Rahn, recognizing him. "Tal." He replies, although clearly too busy to stop and share words.

[05:26 AM]  Yuroki Resident shouts: morning devotions will start in about five ehns!

[05:27 AM]  Rahn Au gets up and stretches " Lets go to market and gather some fruit and I will send you for my morning black wine. "

[05:27 AM]  Crysantha Lafleur glances around her at times, everything here being an unknown to her, she keeps low and quiet not wishing to attract anymore attention than needed at this early hour, smiling pleasantly she wonders what is going to be the plan for today.

[05:27 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes were upon the assembled each in their turn. One hand was drapped around the waist of His Woman...for she had hips that were perfect for such things...amusement danced in His eyes...for His mate was no stranger to trouble...it seemed to follow the Alar like night followed day...He watched as those gathered and passed looked upon the world...and then heard the call for devotions..."I only just arrived...I am surprised a gathering might be formed so quickly..." He said clearly amused...

[05:29 AM]  Syd Moonstone notes that most are busy and that his rumbling stomach is more pressing than passing the time of day .. but the Alar seemed genial enough .. " did you think they had gathered for your coming sir? he chcukles.. "and there was I thinking it was my presence from the physicians that caused it.. they were all concerned for my health .. but alas not.." he laughs

[05:30 AM]  Innocence Lapis she watched the bald man slap his sandals off towards market, a single arm curling about her Master's leg with a brazen devotion. She knelt up and briefly kissed his fingers as he still stirred. Noting his glasses were on his nose, she curled back down, taking herself off eye-ball watch to make sure nothing untoward happened. Her nails scraped softly at the back leather of his boot as she looked the Alar couple over. She didn't greet, she was still being allowed the fuzzy luxury of silence , but her Master's retort drew a smile to her hips, "Hungry my Master?"

[05:31 AM]  Kanda Veeper was still a bit unclear as to why it was they were in Ar in the first place. She had a bit of an idea ..or at least a few leads as to what they were doing but as always her Mate was indeed a bit of a mystery. Least predictable Man she had ever met...but she did adore Him for it. "I don't know if you have noticed.." she turns attentions to Syd. "...many people gather when He shows up in places ..generally with no request made..." chuckles "Perhaps they do worry for your health. You have not had any strange skin lesions, right?"

[05:31 AM]  Kytor Silverblade was struck with a sense of the slave sought to please, and didn't perhaps care for how other slaves would percieve her for it, and started equating her cost in actuality, His hand slapped 'cross her ass to see if trained flesh reacted the same way as untrained, and it'd seem it had "Well.. I need be off soon, but I maintain it's always good to see you and Jaym regardless of state, Kanda, all I hope is, no matter who wins the pending auction of services, I be let free passage, as I would in the laager, so i may carry out my own work"

[05:32 AM]  Yuroki Resident shouts: Praise be to You, Priest-Kings, holy and mighty,
Who have brought us safely through night's darkness to the bright dawning of this new day.

[05:32 AM]  Yuroki Resident shouts: Blessed are you in the natural world, which shows forth your abundant gift to us:
Stability of stone in your sacred Sardar mountains;
stone which bears the weight of the world
Grace of water in storm and stillness, in rain, dew, and snow, in the great rivers and the shining Thassa, the sea;

[05:33 AM]  Syd Moonstone: Smiles.. thank you for enquiring ... but no.. my condition is caused by the somewaht rare problem of the serums having the wrong effect and increasing the rate of ageing.. however Lady KAit has found a treatment.. I am feeling the benefits day by day but she says it might take as long as six hands till I am fully rejuvenated..

[05:34 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter chuckled in wry humor...His hand waved the fellows words off amicably..."Surely this is so...the Arrival of the Alar to the fields of Ar...is surely reason for homage" He said affably..."Too, you cannot be begrudged your thoughts folly...You, are not an Alar" He said...such was the time honored tradition of the Laager folk...He looked about some...and then having reached to draw stray hair from His eyes He spoke leaning over to speak to His mate..."Hendrix was sent to deal with the Ubarate of Ar...I have no word as to their terms...My suggestion is, is if you have shopping to do...We do it with all due focus...for they, these fine Arians...might not be so pleased if We were to adopt the banner of Tyros in the coming days" He said and then was the fellow heard..."Ah...I am well pleased...They believe I am a Priest King...surely not far from truth" He said, joyful arrogance tinged His words...

[05:34 AM]  Innocence Lapis now they were closer she moved behind her Master's leg , keeping hidden to allow her the secrecy to get a better look at his scars. She'd seen it done, a newly born babe, eager to suckle, but not allowed until the chieftain had given him a taste of pain, before satisfaction. She still didn't completely understand if that was a lesson one learnt at such an early age, but she had seen what happened to men without scars, and it was, if nothing but for the equilibrium of culture, something that HAD to be done

[05:36 AM]  Yuroki Resident shouts: Hear me, Priest-Kings!

[05:36 AM]  Yuroki Resident shouts: Ta Sardar Gor!

[05:36 AM]  Kytor Silverblade shouts: By Odin, keep it down!

[05:37 AM]  Dyzu Ceawlin made a glance towards the man who was occupying the slave as a footstool. A brow arched, yet it didn't surprise her in the least. She didn't care for Priest-Kings, it was not of her ways, yet the prayers sounded soothing, especially with all the taunting words flying back and forth. She had no interest in sparring in such a way, nor in any other. Fingers laced together in her lap as she uncrossed her ankles and set up straight, inclining her head at the latest arrival of the day. The audacity of the man in his taunting words about the Priest-Kings, did shock her so, a small gasp falling from unwilling lips. She frowned now and shook her head "There is arrogance, and there is insolence, there is no need in insulting ones believes." she said without thought. Her voice was light, yet loud enough to be heard by those nearby. The mans jests grew tiring for her and she wondered how a people could be so arrogant towards others, visiting a city uttering threat after threat, yet nobody stood to do anything.

[05:38 AM]  Adelphia Resident had already started to feel the stirrings of passion deep in the pit of her tummy, almost directly below the position of Phoenix's feet on her back. She managed to hold still, every ounce of effort put into pleasing the man, even if her hips did threaten to roll with a lascivious anticipation. The hand on her ass, though, was too much. As her finely honed rump jiggled, a throaty moan was pulled from her lips and her hips flinched. It took no more than a split second for her to still herself, but she made no effort to hold back the reaction. Her emotions, after all, were not her own to keep or control.

[05:38 AM]  Syd Moonstone rests a hand in the hair of the girl at his knee idling curling the stands around his fingers and pulling it through his knuckles.. at the name of Tyros he nearly spits but catches himslef in time.. "Tyros is not a worthy place for any to hang their cap beside.. " he shakes his head.. " I was ambassador ere long trying to sort out problems with them in cities the length of the Vosk River and beyond.. surely there must be ways of trade and relative peace.. for if we are always at war where is the profit to plunder?"

[05:39 AM]  Kanda Veeper slips her teeth subtly over her lower lip as her Mates warm breath and words find her ear. She too turns and presses her face up into His blond locks with the softest of return whispers "I had a man trying to figure out where we stood there...between cities. I told him coin would be the answer. Hope that is alright.." she then quickly turns ever rosy cheeks back to the Men in front and pushed up a smile "I for one think You have far most impressive traits than any priest king,..but maybe i have a bias in such things.." and she knew conversations about the PK with the Alar were always interesting. She did wonder if the temple near by still had a stink of fried vulo to it from the Alar picnic so long ago.

[05:39 AM]  River Lee gasps and ducks out of the way of the initiat, pulling her robes in close and looking down toward the ground...swallowing hard she follows his path with her pale gaze a moment until he is well out of sight then looks back to the crowd..announcing in a nervous lilt..."Fresh Fish!...and this time it is fresh! Caught this morning!"

[05:40 AM]  Tuntura Masatada silently studies each persons face as he seems to chisel them to memory.

[05:40 AM]  Innocence Lapis ooohs.. a female voice with all the strength and conviction of any man. Her chest swelled with pride, she was a female and it did her heart good to hear a female, separated as they were by.. whatever you believe seperates a slave and a woman, she pressed against her Master's leg, rising to her feet, to whisper into his ear and then falls back down reverently to his feet. She'd offer service, but for now they free were talking, and doing lots of it, so she made herself useful by picking stray threads from his garments

[05:41 AM]  Syd Moonstone rubs his stomach to calm the gurgling noise which seems to him to be getting louder .. he is almost grateful to the fish seller's noisy calls for covering it.. and wonders if it is the same fish as yesterday.. just a day older and a day smellier..

[05:42 AM]  Kytor Silverblade slid His boots off the girl, though relentlessly held her collar as He had her stand, too He rather bluntly tugged her along, with naught for parting words except "Then steel meets steel, certainly" He said, though His ambition would of course not be for unpaid death, it was beneath Him, too He'd rather not end up fighting with the Alar either, He knew their skills, or at least the skills of some of their men

[05:42 AM]  River Lee continues her stalking..calling out every few steps.."FRESH FISH!...Caught this morning!"...pausing to glance up at the guard she immdiatly looks down and moves away from him...Fresh Fish!...2 Bits!"

[05:44 AM]  Syd Moonstone lifts his head and sniffs.. yes it was the same fish... the smell could bring down a tarn from a dozen passangs

[05:45 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter was as always...laden with wry humor...the words that swirled about clearly heard...His eyes fell to the slave...the one which spoke without pause..."What are beliefs to some...are trivalties to others...those beliefs, that are not of the Alar...are assuredly trivial...surely this is so...too..." He mused..."none, are more trivial...than, that of a slave...but I am noble and generous...and so grant you life continued" He said..."speak thusly again...and such gifts will be recinded..." He said without ire or emotion...then to the fellow He turned...that Man called Sid....and He held out two fists..."Imagine these hands laden with coin...one minted in Ar..the other in Tyros...if the one with the coin of Tyros, spends the same as the one minted in Ar...wherin lies the difference" He asked...He turned then to His Woman.."The answer is perfect...Honest...and true...none can begrudge you that" He said to her..then noted the person of Archon...a nod given.."Ho" He called out...

[05:47 AM]  Kanda Veeper wiggles her fingers behind her and did enjoy their redheaded terror of a friends so very much. Unique...was not a good enough word for the man. "Tal.." she mouths back over her shoulder and then watched the Man in black who knew them rather well, head off. Always interesting how those who knew the Alar ..their ways..seemed so much less wide eyed at their existence in a city "Be well then!! " she calls after Phoenix then returns full attention to her Mate and His words of wisdom that simply could not be rivalled. It was good too she had not stepped over limits she should not have when approached by the man who questioned their loyalties. Nothing worse than having the Men or Man inform that she as a woman had stepped beyond place. Not this time though..and she was approached. "Good. Always worry when i'm not totally sure of Your mind.."

[05:48 AM]  Syd Moonstone raise his eyeborws and with a look that shows his weary knowledge of the ways of Gor smiles slightly... " so .. it is about money for you rather than honour.. and it is about the chance to fight... rather thn the chance to make the lives of ordinary citizens run more smoothly.. well of course it takes all sorts .. but I have been around long enough to have seen it all before !

[05:49 AM]  Dyzu Ceawlin seethed with anger at the sudden insult, and hands curled to fists as she controlled the sudden rage that surged through her lithe frame. "I am no slave!" she exclaimed loudly now, her voice a higher-pitch than before. "And I shall speak as I see fit, as any a free would! Or do you challenge that to? Can't a free woman speak her mind without being accused of slavery!" She rose to her feet now, her hands pressed pon her full hips as she stared at the man. A hint of red crept on her cheeks now as eyes narrowed swiftly so.

[05:50 AM]  Syd Moonstone inadvertently tugs rather harder on the girls hair as a flash of uncharacteristic anger at the quest for coin from Tyros coarses though him almost like a jolt of adrenaline

[05:51 AM]  Innocence Lapis lets out a squeak of pain, she wouldn't normally but it had came out of no where and she hadn't braced herself, "I sowwy Mashter!" she didn't know what for, but it was safer to apologise than not. She died instantly on hearing her own voice, it was soft, and sweet and all that jazz but she had a serious speech impediment and it shamed her deeply she whimpered and stared down hoping not to be struck

[05:53 AM]  Kanda Veeper turns slowly and felt her ire raise. "He can call you whatever He wishes since that is His right as much as it is yours to say as you wish, woman. Certainly is not common practise for the women of any city i have known to actually have permission to speak." as far as Kanda knew, the Alar women were the only women in the world with free permission to speak short of insult "I would very carefully pick your words with Him though. It's not like anyone can begrudge Him anything ...as they can both you and i.." she finishes addressing the woman behind her and hoped that did about cover it.

[05:53 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes fell to the fellow...His words were calm...."Right is chosen by steel...and loyalties...are bought in Gold..." He said..."Surely you do not begrudge the Alar their method of life?" He said..."One mans Honor...is anothers bane...as for making the lives of citizens of cities more comfortable...I have no interest in such" He admitted..."I do not imagine your Ubar cares for the ease of life of the Alar...why would an Alar care for the ease of life for an Arian?...unless of course...He was paid to do so?" He asked..."You cannot deny the logic of this..." He quipped...and then to the woman who spoke indignant..."...If you are a woman free...the fact...escaped Me..." He said idly....His eyes gleamed merry and bright..."Speak as you wish then...you might actually say something...worth remembering...and a poem might be formed of your ire..."Ode to a woman scorned..." He mused..."It has a lofty ring to it"

[05:54 AM]  Tuntura Masatada continues watching the various exchanged. Calm yet seemingly observant he leans on his spear shaft from time to time. A slight yawn can be seen across his lips briefly. Is he guarding the temple or merely keeping the peace would be a observant perception of the post he holds. Various children wander about him as they tug on his cloak for hand outs, of which he doesn't provide. He merely waves them off peacefully as they laugh and stand at attention mimicing the Officer of the Legion.

[05:55 AM]  Syd Moonstone realises that he tugged the girls hair and returns to twirling it between his fingers not worried especially atthe yelp.. it would do her good, "my dear sir... " he speaks to the alar.. " you must live your life as you see honourable.. I may think it is not the life for me.. and I might hate Tyros with a vengeance born over many conflicts and lost comrades.. but the choice is yours and I respect it.. but now... well I am off to find the tavern.. and a cup of something warming, followed by a plate of something filling

[05:56 AM]  Archon Miles shakes his head as the holy man had seemed to run off. It was a shame that the man took flight so quickly. He just looked around in between the different people and straightened his scribe outfit. He snorted annoyingly as he wasn't the most comfortable in the short leathers. "Give me a cook's lazy clothing any day, this takes too much work to clean." He said as he patted the side of his tunic and looked between the others. He instantly didn't like the slave to his right, something about how she talked drove his nerves to no end. "Is that slave soft in the head sir?" He asked the slave's owner, not really understanding why she talked like that.

[05:56 AM]  Innocence Lapis she could hold back no longer, her chest heaved and she tried with every part of her body not to speak, she shook and stared at the floor until she said so quietly that it was almost unheard, it needed to be let out before she spontaneoulsy combusted at the heat of the sentiment, "Loyal is a currency of honor, gold buys you nothink.. only rents you a sword, or a thalarion, it doesn't buysh you honor, love, or apblace in valhallah..."

[05:57 AM]  Syd Moonstone automatically graps the girls hair and puls it tight.. very tight.. "quiet girl" you wil get yourslef killed before I find out all your uses!!"

[05:59 AM]  Innocence Lapis she nodded swiftly and looked up at him with pained, tear pricked eyes. But it was driving her crazy to hear a man with ho homestone, who had never sworn loyalty to anything talk about it as if he had any right. She looked over to the Rarius desperately, sue he understood what the Ar born scribe meant.. even if now she was a slave

[06:01 AM]  Dyzu Ceawlin scoffed loudly then and replied with poison dripping of every syllable. "I need no permission to speak my mind, nor have I ever heard such a thing before. I can begrudge him for poor mannerism and lack of eyesight, for I am clearly a free woman and deeply insulted so at his words." Her face pulled in a look of thick disdain as the man continued his taunting tone. Sarcasm laced thickly through her words as she replied in a sickening sweet tone. "Oh dear Sir, how do I long to be the subject of your vast, vast, -vast- imagination were free are slaves and the world lies for you to be conquered and ruled. If only we lived in such a world, my heart would be full of poems and songs of your immense greatness and Priest-Kings would soon be forgotten." The smirk that followed lay heavy on her lips while her heart quickened its beating in rage and nerves.

[06:04 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter chuckled to the words of His woman...she was His staunchest supporter...a squeeze of her hip...He then spoke to the fellow who was in converse with the Chieftain..."I cannot begrudge you your ire...just as I cannot begrudge Ar the loss of an Outrider should He fall to her lances...When gold is traded...tasks are taken...and if an Alar does His task well...there is Honor aplenty in that.." He said simply...He heard mutterings from a slave...too low to discern...they were surely trivial...and held no weight...so He pursued it not...His eyes landed upon Archon...amusement plain...and then to the assembled...His voice rang true..."Let it be known...that the Alar are camped outside the walls...their bosk have taken to the grasses...and in the coming days...verily might you see them either on tharlarion back...or purusing market stalls...He turned then...His eyes upon the woman who was surely offended...His voice bore no malice...but nearly glee..."You are granted the right to speak thusly...surely I am : ...noble and generous...though, perhaps you might tell Me..." He said simply..."...What house of Ar...watches over your Freedom...I would speak with the keeper of the House...that He might know that there was a Woman in it...who was surely Free to her core" He said...

[06:05 AM]  Kanda Veeper lifts her chin higher and smirks "Woman.." she says with a tone stern and lacking most emotion "I think his eyesight is rather clear. You do wear your hair down like a slave ...a least given by nature for men to use. I think perhaps he might have been quite right ..and i also am sure that at least i could care less about how you were insulted...therefore less so Himself.." and she knew that her MAte was rather talking with Men and she rather did appreciate a bit of a distraction from such chats..which this woman did provide. She glances quickly to her Mate upon His words and quirks a brow. Perhaps she had become too strict with the women at home..and should let them run with free hair and freely insulting mouths ."I would rather like to know too. Words echo from her mouth as though she were a woman of Tyros.."

[06:05 AM]  Soula Copperfield winds her way through the crowd, cradling a huge clay mug of tea in her slender hands. Her face lights up at the sight of the Warrior standing vigil on the temple steps, and she quickly goes to His heel to kneel in wide nadu. With adoration and humility, she offers up the mug and drops her eyes to His toes.

[06:06 AM]  River Lee felt the small pouch at her hip and the one copper bit in it...wincing she reache dup and touched her hair, having heard thw wigmaker needs hair...maybe he would take hers, she might be able to get some pretty good coin for it

[06:06 AM]  Syd Moonstone sighs and relaxes his grip but without letting go so the instant communication of his feelings about her utterances could be kept up.. " Oh I am quite lost in thought.. and its not up to me who sides with Ar and who sides with Tyros.. all I know is that over the last set of hands and the one before that I visited Vonda, Thentis, Fina, Olni, Lara and witnessed the devastation.. honour just means something else to me.. it is about courage and what is right.. it is knowing when your enemy is beaten.. the best players dont try to demolish every pice on the board.. they just capture the homestone in the least possible moves.. "

[06:08 AM]  Tuntura Masatada casually sweeps the mug from soula grasps as he holds it under his nose. His spear is laid into the crook of his left elbow as he savours a bit of the teas fragerance.

[06:08 AM]  Innocence Lapis they were sound increasingly like mercenaries to her, no homestone, taking money for doing the filthy jobs they wouldn't even let slaves do. She looked up at her Master pleadingly, the man, and the woman, claiming to be alars were making her sick, she was in danger of puking on the woman's dress and detracting from her looks even more. If she believed they Ar'ians had little knowledge of Alar, she did nothing but confirm that Alar's had little to no knowledge of cultures outside of their own. "Mashter I beg to go and prepare your breakfast!" it was that or have another slip up and end up telling the travelers what she really thought of them

[06:10 AM]  Dyzu Ceawlin smirked loudly now "I see your eyesight is equally lacking as your mates, for my hair is tied back, and isn't a braid as easily pulled as hair that hangs loose. If you wish to comment pon my hair, then tie yours too, so properly up in a bun as a woman should." She dismissed the womans words for fear she would feel the need to walk up and slap that look from her face. Her mouth felt dry at the request of her house, for she was no citizen of Ar, she was merely wandering in search of a place now that her companion had vanished from the earth. "I take residence in the village of Minus, not in Ar." she said with arrogance now, as if it were something terrible, to be an Arian woman.

[06:11 AM]  Syd Moonstone: aye girl .. you wil be of more use making a meal.. and less likey to get into trouble.. he chuckles.. and while you are about it.. check that there are hair cutting implements in the bath house.. I need to have something done about my lank locks which seem to be a problem!

[06:12 AM]  Syd Moonstone: but.. altonia.. no fish... I am almost gagging from the smell.. I am surprised anyone is left in the ciy.. it could be our secret weapon against tyros

[06:13 AM]  Kanda Veeper simply tosses up her hands and did not say much other than "Hm. Well...Minus and Treve are nearly one ..and last i heard, Treve is not friends with this place.." then she turns back to face the scribe and leaves the woman in thoughts past behind her. Over her shoulder she turns to Archon and whispers "So what brings you? Or did you follow us in?"

[06:13 AM]  River Lee eyes the guard and with a soft grunt climbs the steps.."Sir..Sir.."she asks.."can you tell me who the wigmaker is?"

[06:14 AM]  Tuntura Masatada looks at River and shakes his head clearly...no, He then sips his tea he's holding.

[06:14 AM]  River Lee frowns..she would need to find a free woman.."alright..thank you" she said sofly and hurried off..reaching up to finger the black locks determined

[06:14 AM]  Innocence Lapis she smiled brightly, happy at being excused, making a special note to go and feed the alar's bosk a purging agent daily until they died of dehydration. Thanky ou my Master!"

[06:15 AM]  Innocence Lapis: I wish you well Mistress, and look forward to the honor of serving you!

[06:16 AM]  Archon Miles looks over at the woman who had just ranted about hair in the middle of the street. "There is nothing? Nothing that you could find better to argue about?" He asked as he watched woman smirk loudly. He just laughed and waved his hands over his head, "This is a vast and dangerous world, and you'd like to talk about nothing more than hair?" He asked as he couldn't believe it. The narrow vision of their world, as he just looked around and started to take a longer look at the architecture around him. He shook his head and just watched the slave leave the pair of them, and he wondered how wrong it would be to kick a slave in the mouth infront of everyone.

[06:16 AM]  Syd Moonstone: Safe paths to all of you.. " he smiles wryly.. "but I must eat before I keel over..
 "
[06:17 AM]  Tuntura Masatada looks up from his tea and nods to Syd as he watches him prepare to depart.

[06:17 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's laughter shook the frame of the Chieftain...His eyes gleamed...to the woman of Minus He turned..."Minus...I bear that dank village no love..." He said idly..."nor the cowards of the voltai that call themselves Warriors..." He said..."Save for a few...some are not without their amusement..." He said calmly..."Its been a while since I have visited Minus...perhaps soon I will rectify that...once this...squabble of cities is ended" He said clearly pleased at the thought...He heard Archon and laughed...a bellowing thing...His hand smote His thigh once..."Ha!" He cried..."Be glad they speak thusly...else we might forget them women" He mused aloud... then nodded to Syd..."I wish you well enough...." He called out...

[06:20 AM]  Dyzu Ceawlin offered the slave a small smile between the scowl that passed her features. "I'm sure Minus would be most honoured with your presence. I shall tell them at once so a feast suitable to your grandness can be arranged. It shouldn't take more than a full month perhaps, as us lowly peasents are good for nothing ofcourse, and the mighty Alar are just that. Please, don't let me hold you up in your dealings, for I'm a mere woman with nothing better to do than sit and drink tea, being insulted by the likes of you." She flicked her wrist dismissevly at both men and the woman, shaking her as she turned to walk off briskly.

[06:21 AM]  Kanda Veeper simply shakes her head watching the one slave head off "Shockingly unpleasing ..." she mutters then quickly casts eyes toward the man who seemed to be the girls owner before they found her Mate and Archon again. "Have to say ..i have not been to Minus in a while myself. Not ..that there is much to see or do there.." and like her Mate, it was a select few people who did amuse enough to bring the Alar back to such little walled in places "Funny though..the ones i visit there are not technically of Minus.." and she takes a deep breath and did wish some days her Mate would just let her have at the woman...claw her eyes out perhaps...but she didn't exactly thing that would happen so simply turns away and takes the insults too being flung their way .

[06:28 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter looked to His mate...and then spoke..."Perhaps you might see her in a dark alley of Ar....afore we leave...you might brain her or something...I cannot begrudge you this" He said..."I though...put little credence in her words....she is not an Alar...her ire is not of import to Me..." He said...having turned then to Archon....He spoke casually..."You know...a woman of Minus...plucked from within the walls of Ar...and taken to a place less...cultured...would not be displeasing" He said...His eyes sliding to the back of the departing woman...resting there for a brief ihn afore turning back to His mates face

[06:31 AM]  Tuntura Masatada sips the last of his tea as he casually and expectantly drops the empty mug into soulas lap. He then waits for her to clench the mug, which she does promptly as he returns his spear shaft to his right hand and clenches her by the hair painlessly with his right. He then lifts her as he bends her at the waist and parks the right side of her head against his left hip. He then leads her off silently.

[06:33 AM]  Kanda Veeper slowly begins to shake her head since she was quite sure there would be no more sightings of that woman, at least on this day. "Perhaps .." she says softly back and rolls her shoulders behind her so she was standing with just a bit more pride though she was a bit confused as to what good a woman from Minus would actually do them besides perhaps a bit of entertainment. "Probably just burn down a wagon or tent though...she would.." she whispers out and did catch her Mates eyes simply mouthing out "I adore You.."

[06:45 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter chuckled to this...His hand dragging through the hair atop His head...speaking after some time..."That is most likely true...though...she is of Minus...and it might be amusing to have a woman once born free of the Peasants...made to fetch you things of your desire" the Chieftain mused..."And if a fire was started...well then...surely she could be killed as a slave...a low death for certain" He thought aloud

[06:50 AM]  Kanda Veeper raises a brow and was not sure if the Chieftain had actually seen or heard the woman properly "my Mate...i think i have seen You kill slaves for far less than the words she had just spoken...and we have yet to kill a slave for burning anything...though i wished to at least with the sheurt and the tent fire.." and as a result it was hard to believe that death would be the result for any burning down of things.."We can certainly get You another slave if You wish one ...i can keep eyes out. I for one am able to fetch things that i desire and have become rather used to doing so."
[06:53 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's breath was heard to be exhaled loudly...."Now you question Me as well...perhaps today...simply is not My day" He said calmly...then asked..."Would you have your mate...getting up in arms...over the words of a woman...take umbrage at her musings...would you see Me put so low as that?" He asked...and then was the thought waved off like so much bad air..."Bah" He said finally..."I could be a beggar in the street for all the errant lips speakin banal thoughts at Me this day" He said now clearly irritated...

[06:56 AM]  Kanda Veeper 's eyes drop narrow upon being informed that she had questioned Him. Perhaps she had but she was sure her own words far less offencive than those of the woman now wandered off. "No...of course not.." she whispers and decides perhaps it was best to seal lips...so she does. No one hated to see her Mate in a mood other than content more than she did so contribute further ...she would not.

[07:02 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes were calm...a low word given..."If I were to ride hard upon the world...seeking to crush the world before Me at every turn...who then...would pay our fee...is it not better then....to wave of the words of those who do not matter...and focus on only what does...namely...what is best...for the Laager...for picture this..." he said..."The woman is accosted...put roughly to her knees...a fellow of Ar, takes offense...and summarily is He smote in the street...guards are called by the dozens and a battle ensues...if after a horde of Men are fallen...and I was then perhaps waylaid...what would be the cause of the Alar then?..." He said..."To make war upon the world...or extricate the Chieftain from the cells of Ar?" He asked

[07:07 AM]  Kanda Veeper bows her head toward her chest and did think of course there was point in all He said. He was the wisest of Men after all. "It would be like a normal day? I was taken into custody here and was made to sit by a warm fire and receive the lecture of a lifetime.." she chuckles. Really as a result she decided Ar was the best place to be captured if such things did have to happen. "You know...actually You remind me of something i hate to ask but feel like i must since i hate to admit ..i can not always or even often predict Your thoughts. Should...anything ever happen to You...what did You wish me to do?" and though she did consider her Mate a God..there was the sad reality that He is in fact, mortal.

[07:10 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's thoughts drifted then...He spoke..."Raise My son in the ways of the Laager...seek to support who might follow in My stead..." He said in tones simple..."If I should fall...then I would expect you to carry on with dignity and a firm spine..." He said, disallowing for emotion to creep into His voice..."You are the Mate of the Chieftain...and eyes would verily be upon you..." He said...

[07:14 AM]  Kanda Veeper really had not ever wanted to ask that. She and Mika had conversation at length on harder subjects and this was one that just needed to be brought up. The answer she got was the best one she could hope for too. "I know there will not be need for any of that ...but i will do so. I think You are correct about ...eyes. " she pushes her smile back up under her eyes "Such topics i would love to quickly seen pushed from my mind now, though. Perhaps there is something more ..uplifting to be done?" and instantly she wished she had fried vulo on her person. Another picnic would have at least suited herself well.

[07:18 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter chuckled and His hand, still draped on her hip squeezed once...He spoke calmly...."You know...you are lovely to Me..." He said..."And be wary...lest I start thinking of eyes upon you and become laden with jealousy!" He said laughing...and then did His eyes cut about...the coming and going of the peoples of Ar, the masses swirling about them like a sea of humanity...He spoke words of derision..."they are urts...the lot of them..." He said...ire marking the eyes of a passing merchant....

[07:22 AM]  Kanda Veeper slips her own hand atop of His and felt great comfort from the pressure from those strong fingers "You...are my world. I don't know if You are aware. ..but You really always have been too.." she did smile a bit more a the very idea He might be jealous "If ..there was anyone in any world that compared to You..jealousy might be warranted. Lucky for both of us..eyes can look all they want. Mine ..are always rested upon You." she keeps her voice low and too did not always feel warmth for those in Ar. "Overly decorated urts. Such decoration wasted in a place like this..." and she had a very womanly moment of picturing herself all covered in excessive jewel and silk layered thickly over herself.

[07:26 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter then spoke calmly...in response to things easily known..."You know...its not escaped My attention...that there is room in the wagon now...perhaps for a girl" He said to her..."though...perhaps we aught wait until Sorath is off the tit afore starting anew" He said as He began to lead her to the market stalls...

[07:30 AM]  Kanda Veeper could not take her eyes off Him right now if she tried "You know ..i wish we could pick which sex a child would be but You are indeed right..we are just about set up for another .." and Sorath, dear Man did grow like a weed "I'm ...going to miss this um..fullness but he can come off my milk any time now really.." and she looks down to what was rather swollen under her clothes for an ihn "I..did not think You would wish daughters ..but i'm glad to hear You do.." then she knew someone had come up..familiar energy but her eyes were just locked in place

[07:31 AM]  Malachi Stormcrow looks and reaches out for the papers Kanda must have written up documenting their dealings with Ar. He was glad he could read, but at the moment not so glad he could hear. He blinked and pretended he had not heard some of Kanda's words. He was irritated with negotiations and ready to fight. "My sword aches to be unsheathed, Chieftain."

[07:36 AM]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes slid to the right then and there was Hendrix seen...He spoke calmly..."I too lust for it...the ring of steel on steel...and the cries of foes sundered...but we have not reached that time yet...and our palms are not yet laden with Gold" He said to the fellow..."The terms as laid out by the Ubara are finely crafted...but they hold no weight...She, is not the Ubar..but His Woman...When said terms are laid afore us with the voice and finality of the Ubar Himself...then perhaps We might turn our attentions fully to war...until then...We might simply...start a fight" the Chieftain said simply...

[07:37 AM]  Kanda Veeper felt her face redden as she tries not to laugh outright at Hendrix's choice of words. They were so very ...him. "Classic.." she chuckles and did wonder in the end, who would be feeling Alar steel against their flesh. Her own flesh beginning to crawl wonderfully at the talk of a fight being picked. She certainly had ways to make that happen...quickly "To the tavern then?" and nothing around here started a fight faster than that had .

[07:39]  Hendrix (malachi.stormcrow) nods and allowed his eyes to dance around the idea of prompting battle. "We are good at starting fights," he agreed with a wry and lopsided grin. Kanda's idea, he thought, was impecable. "Yet another reason the Chieftain has chosen you to mate, Kanda. To the tavern! To drink! To bloody noses!" He boxed the air briefly, expending energy that was too long bottled.

[07:44 AM]  Kanda Veeper gives sage nod and finally pulls her eyes away from her Mates face. Not because she wanted to but because to keep her back to Hendrix for so long would just be plain rude. "I think there is no one better at starting fights than the lot of us. Too bad Archon seems to have run off. He picks fights and ends fights well..as well.." she gave a little bow of her head to the comment about another reason the Chieftain had taken her. She jokes "He had to take me as His mate. Blood obligation. The Chieftain doesn't even like me...tells me so constantly.." then has a good laugh to herself. She really did just adore Him. "We are staying out of the baths today though.." she adds and begins to step toward the tavern with her hands still upon her Mates upon her hip..

[07:44 AM]  Malachi Stormcrow nods dilligently and walks with them. "Aii, we are seeking to pick fights with others, not each other." He grins toothily and can almost taste the blood of a broken lip already.