[Unbounded World:The Aeterian Expedition] (Now With New And Improved Amulets!)

[DrZombie]

"Hmm,, if you wake me at this bloody hour to look at some camel-riding sand-eaters they'd better be very friendly or I can assure you there will be trouble. No need to wake the rest though, there's only a few of them." Skor grumbles under his breath, the hot weather and the burning sands adding grief to what isn't exactly his most favorite time of the day. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he looks around ."Hey, what's that scorpion doing over there. Aaaaw guys, you had some fun without waking me? Shame on you. Anyway, here they come. You'd better do the talking, I'll just stand around looking impressive."

 

[Kalanyr]

As the band of nomad's draws closer you can make out that there are five of them, three men and two women. One of the women seems to be the leader as the others fall back a step behind her as they draw closer to the camp, and she shouts out.

"Fair twilight, to you warriors. I am Zavac "

Teppic

Spoiler

Zavac is old aeterian it means Watcher of Sandy Waters, and its form, indicates its a title not a name.

 

[hafrogman]

Teppic offers a bow to the woman who approached him and returns he greetings.

"We offer our greetings to you and your companions in turn Zavac. My name is Teppic and the one behind me is called Skor. Might I inquire if you have some specific purpose in approaching us? Or is this simply a chance meeting of travelers?"

[OOC - Diplomacy +31, making sure to observe any protocol that I know of for this kind of situation]

 

[Kalanyr]

OOC - I have decided to use Rich Burlew's Diplomacy rules found here. If you want to shuffle stuff around to achieve a higher diplomacy or did yourself of ranks in the skill, feel free to do so.

Zavac stares at you for a few seconds before speaking

"I had heard that outsiders had come into my lord's and I wished to see what you were doing so far from your city. "

 

[hafrogman]

Teppic meets the stare of the Zavax levelly while she pauses and then listens to her statement.

"Well, we are indeed far from our homes. Some of us from even further than you have surmised. We come to this land seeking no trouble for or from your lord, and we offer our greetings to him as well."

 

[Kalanyr]

Zarvac makes a strange snorting sound

"Much good will it do him, he's hardly in a fit state to recieve your greetings, considering Harus's actions."

 

[hafrogman]

Teppic cocks his head to one side thoughtfully.

"Harus? Do tell me more. Who is this person and what actions have they taken against you lord?"

 

[Kalanyr]

Zarvac blinks her eyes slowly and her mouth opens a little futher than normal in shock, drawing your attention to the unusually sharp teeth.

"You do not recognise the name of the greatest pharoah your nation had ? Hmmm, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised much can be lost in a millenia. My lord is bound, in the name of your nation and its upstart godling and his dubious choice of allies. And your nation suffers for it. Such a shame really. "

 

[hafrogman]

Teppic gives the nomadess a slightly exasperated look at her attitude towards him and the insult to his nation. However, his face darkens even more when she sees fit to insult his god, and his tone is somewhat acerbic as he replies.

"I am familiar with the name of Horus as it relates to history, but as far as I was aware, the great Pharoah is with Aeter now. I supposed that your lord would be bound only by the actions of another with the name, but instead you simply use the word 'bound' to refer to decisions that you do not agree with. I find myself with little desire to continue this conversation. We are indeed outsiders, and we have indeed entered this stretch of desert. And here we shall remain until we have completed our business."

 

[Kalanyr]

Zarvac's tone is equally dry and carries the vague impression of rising waters.

"No, the great Pharoah is most assuredly not with Aeter, and what a shame that is. And by bound I most assuredly mean bound. Your first pharoah caused much damage with something he did not understand, and Harus proudly carries on the tradition. You cause more damage to yourselves than you realise. "