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Post by Raithe Nightwalker on Nov 11, 2014 23:05:10 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,. Raithe took a handful of salt from his pocket and dropped it in her bowl, so that it was almost equal parts stew and salt. "The fool outranks us." Raithe replied, just recently having come to understand the odd social hierachy of the company. Here, strength did not come from within, but from others. It was an alien concept to him. "Besides, archers are harly worth the minimal effort required to kill." |
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Post by Mara on Nov 11, 2014 23:12:49 GMT
"He will not outrank us if he is dead," she said, not having fully really grasped the concept yet.
She let out a higher noise still when she heard his next statement, "less effort for an archer to kill you, it is only a matter of distance" she rested a hand lightly on her own bow, which was to her side.
She took another spoon of the stew,with no word of thanks. No word for it existed in their language. Not that she would use it anyway.
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Post by Lysander Rogare on Nov 11, 2014 23:38:54 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. "A minor disciplinary problem with one of the men delayed me." replied Lysander, nodding his thanks for the stew. "I thought it was beneath your notice, so I sorted it out myself." |
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Post by Raithe Nightwalker on Nov 11, 2014 23:40:12 GMT
"He will not outrank us if he is dead," she said, not having fully really grasped the concept yet. She let out a higher noise still when she heard his next statement, "less effort for an archer to kill you, it is only a matter of distance" she rested a hand lightly on her own bow, which was to her side. She took another spoon of the stew,with no word of thanks. No word for it existed in their language. Not that she would use it anyway.
"Flawless logic." Raithe remarked, regarding her suggestion. " Unfortunate that these westerners are not a logical breed."
"Bold talk for someone in your position." he said simply, more statement of fact than boast. "Arrows run out. Steel does not." |
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Post by Jano Turott on Nov 11, 2014 23:52:09 GMT
"A minor disciplinary problem with one of the men delayed me." replied Lysander, nodding his thanks for the stew. "I thought it was beneath your notice, so I sorted it out myself." "Lashes? How many?" Jano snorted a chuckle. As he dipped a piece of bread on the stew, the Leamur reached to steal it from his hands. " Fuck it, Maelys. This is not for you... Spicy... Hot... You die. " He roared, obviously losing his temper, in his native language, stealing the bread back from the animal and stuffing it in his mouth. |
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Post by Ibbit Jib on Nov 12, 2014 0:52:31 GMT
Ibbit looked at the stew, "Nooo." He drawls out the word slowly. "Where'd you find it?" He says quizzically, looking around the tent frantically.
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Post by Qaeyn Ostazar on Nov 12, 2014 4:24:54 GMT
"Over...there?" Qaeyn said in a baffled tone. This was the mess tent, food was served here ppretty regularly. How anyone could. Ot was astounding to him. 'This man was really be a few cows short of a herd.' He thought to himself.
"They serve them in bowls, for people in the company...you know what a bowl is, right?" He asked tentatively, not really surr if this oaf would know.
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Post by Ibbit Jib on Nov 12, 2014 4:45:55 GMT
"Possibly." The blundering idiot replies. "Thats one of those round circle things isn't it?" He says with another goofy smile. "I might need to go find over there. Is it a good place to be?" He asks sounding genuinely interested.
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Post by Lysander Rogare on Nov 12, 2014 5:12:43 GMT
"A minor disciplinary problem with one of the men delayed me." replied Lysander, nodding his thanks for the stew. "I thought it was beneath your notice, so I sorted it out myself." "Lashes? How many?" Jano snorted a chuckle. As he dipped a piece of bread on the stew, the Leamur reached to steal it from his hands. " Fuck it, Maelys. This is not for you... Spicy... Hot... You die. " He roared, obviously losing his temper, in his native language, stealing the bread back from the animal and stuffing it in his mouth. An amused smile briefly crossed Lysander's face at his commander's outburst. "A tongue lashing with the threat of something more...dire... seemed to be effective for the moment." he said. "The man has an attitude problem - one that needs to be cured." He tapped the sword hilt at his hip. "Perhaps this might do the curing." " |
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Post by Valin Jostinel on Nov 12, 2014 5:39:35 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. Valin grabbed himself a bite to eat, then peered around the tent for a moment before taking a seat near Tyene, his fellow irregular. "You sit off from the crowd, my dear. Are we observing the animals gathering 'round the watering hole? I can't fault you, it's certainly more interesting than the food." |
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Post by Qaeyn Ostazar on Nov 12, 2014 6:43:30 GMT
"Possibly." The blundering idiot replies. "Thats one of those round circle things isn't it?" He says with another goofy smile. "I might need to go find over there. Is it a good place to be?" He asks sounding genuinely interested. "Yeah, round circle things...like this thing in my hand, thats full of stew." He said as he had to close his eyes, letting out a exasperated sigh, but also one of relief. Much as this oaf was getting on his nerves, he'd still want the big guy to eat. Going hungry was no way to go at all, plus who knew when you might need a big man to bash a few skulls together? "It'll be fine, really. Just go up 'n ask for a bowl of stew. Might even have some bread and salt if ya like." He said as he pointed over to the chiefs, his own bread currently sitting in the stew and soaking up some of the liquid, the stew still steaming as he waited to see if the big man got what he was saying. Then something occurred to Qaeyn as he sat there, 4 fingers holding his bowl of stew while his other hand reached to grab the spoon, taking a bitful of the stew to try and nodding his head. It was quite good, a bit spicy for his taste, but still good. "What's your name anyway?" |
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Post by Mara on Nov 12, 2014 6:47:25 GMT
"He will not outrank us if he is dead," she said, not having fully really grasped the concept yet. She let out a higher noise still when she heard his next statement, "less effort for an archer to kill you, it is only a matter of distance" she rested a hand lightly on her own bow, which was to her side. She took another spoon of the stew,with no word of thanks. No word for it existed in their language. Not that she would use it anyway.
"Flawless logic." Raithe remarked, regarding her suggestion. " Unfortunate that these westerners are not a logical breed."
"Bold talk for someone in your position." he said simply, more statement of fact than boast. "Arrows run out. Steel does not.""All is relative" she said, not insecure enough in the value of her art to feel the need to continue arguing for it, it would explain itself when the time came. She took another spoon of soup, starting to feel full already, being from a place where food wastage was worthy of death,she offered the remnants of her bowl to raithe. |
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Post by Ibbit Jib on Nov 12, 2014 7:17:16 GMT
"The name's Ibbit." The giant responds relaxing at the easy question, watching the man eat the soup and being a little confused. "I go ask them now for circle thing and stew, I'll be back, you no go nowhere." He says finally getting up and patting the man on the shoulder with a giant calloused hand and moving towards the food line.
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Post by Raithe Nightwalker on Nov 12, 2014 7:26:49 GMT
Raithe took the bowl and set it aside, full himself but determined to save it for later. Old habits died hard and he was determined not to let perfectly good food go to waste.
"It is fortunate we were placed in the unit we were." he remarked, having difficulty imagining working in a unit with typical military cohesion and camaraderie. "What do you think of our fellow irregulars?"
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Post by Mara on Nov 12, 2014 7:35:04 GMT
"I was surprised to be placed into it, given our history," she said, not moving, "Some of them are less ridiculous than the majority or the..." she considered what the word would be in Asshai'i, but came up lost, "sellswords," She finished in valyrian, "But only some, Their ways are still is stupid as the others, I am glad we lived in a place where such lack of attention would be rewarded with demise."
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