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Post by Draconis Sha'sar on Nov 11, 2014 6:24:12 GMT
"Rumors of your land have spread far, and reputations cause fear in some. Not many would choose to do so, so I welcome you to our company, friend, and my table.. so to speak." Draconis gave him a small bow, smiling.
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Post by Raithe Nightwalker on Nov 11, 2014 7:05:14 GMT
"They are wise to fear my lands." Raithe said softly, a whisper reminiscent of a hiss.
The man's smile made him bristle. Only the shadowbinders smiled in public in Asshai, for it is only predators that bare their teeth.
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Post by Draconis Sha'sar on Nov 11, 2014 7:36:02 GMT
The smile remained, Draconis being at least slightly aware from his time with the traders of Qarth about Asshai's ways, and signs. "Enjoy your meal." With a whistle, he turned and headed out of the mess tent, the gathered scouts each cramming the stew into their mouths before following after him.
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Post by Tyene on Nov 11, 2014 12:30:04 GMT
Tyene entered the tent in one of her less expensive dresses, a Lyseni thing in black cut dangerously low. In one hand she carried a stool from her room and with the other she took some stew, a small bag carrying her makeup dangling from her wrist. Looking around she noticed the other men present and decided to place her stool a little outside the circle. Having done so she sat and began to eat as delicately as possible.
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Post by Jano Turott on Nov 11, 2014 14:28:09 GMT
Jano came into the mess tent, his face was grim and his hands clad in a dry crust of dark blood. Sitting on an empty table with his lemur perched on his back, he awaited for his officers to arrive, only then he'd start eating.
Say one thing about Jano Turtott, say he is a man of manners.
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Post by Saera Malorian on Nov 11, 2014 19:08:21 GMT
Saera sauntered into the mess tent. She wore a solemn expression along with a mail tunic and leathers, and Lady Merciless was sheathed at her hip. She quickly obtained a bowl of stew and a chunk of bread from the servants, with small beer to wash it down. She sat listening to the men for a while.
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Post by Ibbit Jib on Nov 11, 2014 19:11:16 GMT
Ibbityjibbity the blundering fool and designated dunce of the camp walks in, he looks around with glazed eyes and a confused expression and takes a seat in the middle of the entrance as if to ponder why he walked into the tent, but in reality was thinking of one of the cute camp puppies he had seen earlier.
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Post by Qaeyn Ostazar on Nov 11, 2014 20:13:53 GMT
Qaeyn walked lazily towards the mess tent, wiping some sweat from his brow on his sleeve and generally feeling hot in the volantis climate. He was still getting used to being in such a large group, and would occasionally give a weary glance towards someone he didn't like the look of.
Usually he was in no rush for food the cooks had made, in fact sometimes he'd make it a point to try qnd avoid it, and risk catching his own meals if he could. But today the cooks supposedly had something edible, and he'd rather like to see this rarity then go to the market instead.
And as he approached the entrance to the tent, someone was apparently blocking the way.
"Oiy, Big Man." Qaeyn said from behind ibbit, armms crossed and a scowl forming, "Mind moving your arse somewhere else? Some of us want to actually eat here."
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Post by Ibbit Jib on Nov 11, 2014 21:00:50 GMT
The man looks around for a second before realizing the sound came from someone behind him. "Oh sorry mista'." With an air of ignorant innocence that can only come from a dullard. "You sure have a lot of people in your tent here." He says with a genuinely goofy smile that displays the only the top row of his teeth, as he scoots over slightly making room for the man to pass.
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Post by Mara on Nov 11, 2014 21:34:18 GMT
Illamaravendre entered the area before the tent, completely covered in clothes to the point that even on this hot day, she was wearing gloves. On her head she wore a wide rimmed hat, to stop the sun burning her delicate scalp. She briefly glanced up to the orb scarring the perfect blue of the sky and narrowed her eyes minutely in disgust. She much preferred the constant darkness of Asshai, where the only time your skin burned when was a demon was singing it off. Things just made more sense that way. You could at least try and fight a demon off, who can fight the sun?
She entered the tent and spend a slight moment basking in the cool shade of the inside. She took a bowl, and half a portion of the stew, her stomach not having grown enough to take normal full portions, before joining the company and back home, she had been a grazer.
When she returned again she looked around for the most shady spot, and saw it already occupied, not caring that it was her former target, she went over and kicked the side of his leg in way of greeting, and gave what would have sounded like a shrill short exclaim to anyone listening, but was hello in their language.
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Post by Raithe Nightwalker on Nov 11, 2014 22:31:20 GMT
Raithe glanced up one more from his bowl, cold annoyance still plain on his face though this time with noticeably less open disdain. He was not petty enough to hold something as trivial as an assassination attempt against a person, especially not when the perpetrator was the only familiar face in a strange land.
"The Qartheen bared his teeth at me." he said in greeting as if it were worthy of note, in the same shrill dirge-like language, scooting aside slightly to offer her a place.
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Post by Lysander Rogare on Nov 11, 2014 22:42:36 GMT
Jano came into the mess tent, his face was grim and his hands clad in a dry crust of dark blood. Sitting on an empty table with his lemur perched on his back, he awaited for his officers to arrive, only then he'd start eating. Say one thing about Jano Turtott, say he is a man of manners. Lysander arrived at the mess tent. It didn't take long for him to find Jano at the table by himself. Taking s seat across from the larger man, he nodded a wordless but respectful greeting to him. |
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Post by Mara on Nov 11, 2014 22:45:53 GMT
After Raithe moved Nara sat down next to him and, safely in the shade, removed the hat. She sat very still,back incredibly straight as she crossed her legs. He face showed little expression, but to others of her homeland her expression was clear, that being one of incredulity.
"Arrogance. Smash them out next time for his insolence," out of Asshai, in this rag tag group,they should really be the only predators showing fang. She took a. Spoon of soup and flinched at the taste, unlike raithe, she had forgotten to add salt,.
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Post by Jano Turott on Nov 11, 2014 22:47:48 GMT
Lysander arrived at the mess tent. It didn't take long for him to find Jano at the table by himself. Taking s seat across from the larger man, he nodded a wordless but respectful greeting to him. Jano gave a faint smile back at his Second in command and rose to fetch some stew for both of them. When he returned he stared at Lysander with deeply, with his reddened eyes. "What took you so long? What about the others?" He said coldly. Earlier, Jano had ushered his officers away from the pavilion to perform his daily rituals and hadn't met them since. |
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Post by Qaeyn Ostazar on Nov 11, 2014 23:01:10 GMT
The man looks around for a second before realizing the sound came from someone behind him. "Oh sorry mista'." With an air of ignorant innocence that can only come from a dullard. "You sure have a lot of people in your tent here." He says with a genuinely goofy smile that displays the only the top row of his teeth, as he scoots over slightly making room for the man to pass. Qaeyn raised a brow curiously at the large lummox, unsure of what to make of the man. He sounded like such a dimwit, and yet seeing him standing taller then him made him both baffled and understand why such a beast was within this company. "Yes...yes there is." He said after some time, taking a step inside the tent, past ibbit, and taking a deep breath. He let out a sigh of contentment, smelling the fragrance of the cooking food and telling was definitely edible. He went forth and got a bowl, and some bread, taking another breath of the spicy aroma as he began to make his way to the entrance, stopping as he looked to ibbit once more. "So...have you had any yet?" He asked as he pointed to the stew, wondering what the behemoth was here for, if not the food. |
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