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Post by everyone on Jun 26, 2011 14:22:11 GMT -5
Majid"The Nomad?" Unlikely for Majid these words left the merchant's mouth before he even was aware he spoke them. His dark eyes seemed to light up for a moment, but as soon as it came, the change in his gaze was gone again, and he returned to watch the young woman calmly. Her features spoke of curiosity, sincerity and mixed with those two there was some hope that made Majid wonder about her once more. It was part of his nature to observe poeple and understand what drove them. It helped him get along in this world where a stranger like him so often was regarded to be a possible thread. But for now, his musings simply served his curiosity and so, awaiting her reaction to what he had to say, he voiced a reply. "This name is well known to me, my lady", he spoke without any haste, his voice bearing honesty and, if one just listened well, the slightest trace of admiration. "The ship you are searching for has seen more lands than the eyes of most sailors will ever have, and it is the dream of so many men to sail with its captain only for once. It is one of the most famous ships in all the Eastern World, and your friend must be either very fortunate to call its crew their ally, or in bitter need of help to have you ask for them." His words were more a mirror of what he knew than they were a message for the young woman, and even though for someone unfamiliar with Majid's thoughts they might have sounded investigative, they were hardly meant that way. Still his gaze lay on her for a moment, his own expression giving nothing of his soul away. "He is a merchant like us," the tall man finally continued, "And yet he is not like us at all." Majid didn't seem to see the necessarity to explain the last words he had spoken, instead he suddenly took a step towards Kalani. His movements were swift and yet they held no danger as his whole body spoke of nothing but interest in her case. "Is this really the ship you are searching for?"
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Post by everyone on May 26, 2011 12:22:58 GMT -5
MajidThe tall merchant listened intently to what the woman told; his gaze never leaving her own. It was when Asim's name fell that only for the shortest of moments his eyebrows rose before his face grew calm again. "I reckon you're a friend of Asim's then?", he reasoned quietly. Asking her was kind of superfluous he knew for Asim sure had good reason to send the brunette to his stand and he wouldn't have done so if she weren't someone he trusted, but Majid voiced this question nevertheless. The young merchant then studied the newcomer for another moment as briefly he wondered just why she was looking for a certain ship, but soon he realized that this would be none of his business anyway. And thus, suddenly a small smile appeared on Majid's lips and he bowed his head to the woman. It was obvious that eventually he had decided that the stranger was someone worth to be helpful to, and so he calmy sought her gaze again, his own one being more open now. "I can not promise you anything, my lady, but let's first hear what ship you are searching for."
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Post by everyone on May 10, 2011 13:10:23 GMT -5
MajidMajid tensed a little when he heard someone clear their throat. He halted in his movement for a moment as he listened to the words which followed the sound before he lay down the swords in his hands carefully. It didn't happen all too often that he was oblivious to his surroundings and missed someone else approaching, but this morning he obviously had too deeply been lost in thoughts to notice. "Why do you seek to know?", he finally asked; his back still turned to the woman. The merchant's voice was deep as he half-replied to her and it had a unique mixture of caution and interest to it that only seldomly was to be found amongst poeple. When shortly after he finally turned around to face the newcomer Majid's dark but warm eyes settled on her and it was obvious that he tried to sort the stranger in. It seemed to be still too early to the young man as that she could be a costumer, and her delicate forms didn't speak of someone who was interested in buying weaponry either. Thus, wondering what her interest might be, he just kept on looking at her calmly while he awaited what she had to say.
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Post by everyone on May 9, 2011 12:57:24 GMT -5
AsimAsim listened to his friend as she replied to his words, promising that she would make sure to have more time when she visited him next. The elder merchant let his smile widen just a bit more in response to what she said, before he gave her a short nod upon hearing she would humour what he last had spoken. Asim had not mentioned the reason just why he thought it to be so important that the young woman would say who it actually was that sent her to the fellow tradesman, but he knew that the significance of the same had been obvious in his voice. Majid was a secretive man, he knew and he was very cautious when it was about strangers - it would help the young woman a lot with her quest if she mentioned Asim's name. With a last glance that he directed her way, the merchant finally closed the door behind his friend and went to tend to his own business. MajidIt was quiet still at his market stand. The air was clear and yet it also held a trace of warmth already that was so familiar to him. The tall merchant breathed in deeply as he took the last two of the newly purchased scimitars to arrange them on the display. Majid knew that soon enough costumers would come. They always did. He had been running this business for so long now, he knew how people here in Basra thought, knew how to treat them and what to talk about. It was interesting really, he thought, how different the people could be. On all his journeys he had learned so much, and he had visited many countries which would have been able to offer him a home, and yet he had decided to have the same here. Basra was were he always returned to. It was the city where the few friends he had lived. A city where someone like him could live in peace and without questions. Majid's dark robe fluttered slightly as only moments later he emerged from behind the stand; his dark eyes focusing on his goods. A shining well-formed scimitar hang by is own side and it was obvious by the way he handled the metallic ware that he was not only familiar with trading them, but that he was trained in using them as well.
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Post by everyone on May 7, 2011 14:56:59 GMT -5
Asim"Yes, indeed", the elder man confirmed what Kalani had just summed up. "I hope you will not have troubles finding it but I trust you will be alright." Hearing then that his young friend bid him farewell, Asim bowed her head to her. "You got nothing to thank me for", he mirrored her smile, "In fact I wish I would have been of more help. But I hope you will find the answer to your question eventually. And I would be honoured to have you visit me again when you have time. You are always welcome here, Kalani." Asim's dark, warm eyes lay on his friend as he sent those words her way. Then he bowed once more, before he set himself into motion and went for the door. He understood she couldn't linger at his place anymore, and he was aware that he, himself, had business to tend to as well. After he had opened the wooden door for Kalani to step through, Asim turned to the merchant once more: "I would very much like to accompany you, but unfortunately I have to meet with one of my costumers. Oh", he suddenly went on as if something important had just come to his mind, "and do tell him I sent you."
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Post by everyone on Apr 27, 2011 15:00:34 GMT -5
AsimAs Kalani asked for the one Asim was talking about, the elder man himself, too, felt a little hopeful. He wasn't quite sure if his own enthusiasm was affecting the young woman, or whether it was the other way round, but in the end he decided it didn't matter anyway. "He just arrived here a few days ago", Asim began to explain, his eyes not leaving his merchant friend, "Majid. He's an old friend of mine. A merchant like us and yet he also sails the seas himself. If anyone knows where such a captain as you are searching for might be, then it shall be him." Asim really believed in what he said. He had gotten to know the tall young man several years ago, and even though the other merchant usually preferred to stay on his own, the two of them had become friends. Hardly had Asim ever had to ask Majid a favour, but he was well aware that now was the time to do so. For he knew about the other man's interest in the world, knew about his habit of observing and learning - knew that out of all his acquaintances it was him who would at least have an idea about where the captain and ship in question could be. "He's got a small house down south in Basra", he then went on, thinking thoroughly about the information in question. The last thing Asim wanted was to send Kalani the wrong way. "But seeing the sun is up already, I would think him to be at his stand already. It's actually close to mine. Just go a bit further down the road when you've reached it and look out for a stand where weaponry is being sold. You really can't miss it."
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Post by everyone on Apr 27, 2011 9:16:41 GMT -5
AsimHis friend's disappointment didn't escape Asim - even though Kalani obviously tried her best to hide it - and the elder man truly felt sorry for this. He would have well liked to help her, only he couldn't. "It's important for your friend to know, isn't it?", he said with clear sympathy in his voice. Although he didn't know of the reasons just why they were searching for this crew and ship, Asim was well aware that Kalani wouldn't ask him for nothing. If only there was a way to get to know about the ship's whereabouts, he pondered. If only he knew who else to ask. If he didn't know the answer, then maybe so did one of his own friends. It was at this last thought that suddenly Asim's face lit up, and he looked at Kalani with a hint of a sparkle in his eyes. "I might know someone who could help you."
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Post by everyone on Apr 27, 2011 8:13:57 GMT -5
Asim"The Nomad", Asim mused quietly. "And captained by Sinbad you say." The elder man's face showed a deep frown as he mulled over the words which seemed to be somewhat familiar to him. "I think I heard of him before", he finally voiced as obviously he tried to memorize what little he knew, "Quite an adventurer isn't he? Has been to Bagdhad quite often." He then paused for a little while. It was easy to see he was deep in thought, with his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze being a little distant. The merchant tried hard to remember anything that could be of help - remember conversations that me might have overheard and where that name had been mentioned. But eventually he had to realize that he came up near to empty. "But it feels like the last time I heard his name was an eternity ago. Most likely back when I lived in Bagdhad myself." Asim lowered his head a little while he sought to meet Kalani's gaze again. "Forgive me, my dear, I wouldn't know where this ship anchors."
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Post by everyone on Apr 20, 2011 14:03:31 GMT -5
AsimAsim's gaze followed the young woman as she passed him by, the cool morning air entering with her as she did so. The merchant then closed the door behind her, turned back to her and awaited what she had to say. Unconsciously his head moved in a slight bow as he meant to return the greeting to her. The elder man liked Kalani and her visit definitely was a pleasant surprise to start the workday with. When the brunette then voiced her errand, he listened up. "I have indeed", Asim replied, his voice showing interest in her case, "even if only for a short amount of time. Why is it that you ask?"
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Post by everyone on Apr 7, 2011 8:06:36 GMT -5
AsimThe bright morning sun entered through the window of Asim's house, and the merchant took a moment to just close his eyes and let the warm rays meet his skin. While he breathed in deeply, in his mind he already put in order what was to be done today. Just yesterday he had met with one of the captains that often shipped his goods, and tomorrow he expected another cargo to arrive here. Today he would have to make sure that his costumers were still interested in what he got for them, and he had to tend to his market stable, too. But first of all he would have to go to... . The sound of light knocks against the door of his small home distracted Asim from his thoughts and he turned his head slightly as if he expected to see already who was waiting to get permission to enter. Adjusting the red robe that he used to wear, the elder merchant then cleared his throat and made his way to the entrance before he opened the door with curiosity. Although it was not uncommon to have poeple knock at his door this early, it still didn't happen all too often that someone came to seek him at that time of the day. Briefly he thus wondered who it might be, but when his eyes spotted the young merchant, a smile settled on his face. "Kalani", he greeted the young woman, and indicated a slight bow of his head, "Come on in." He stepped aside and motioned for her to enter. "To what do I owe the honour of your visit?"
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Post by everyone on Sept 3, 2010 9:50:56 GMT -5
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Post by everyone on Aug 26, 2010 4:48:07 GMT -5
The protectors had been watching her all the while, their bodyless existance probing and entwining with her thoughts and her being as she hesitated, feared, hoped and finally as she made her decision and started making her way out towards the crack in the veil. They observed and absorbed her uncertainties and curiosity, taking it all in carefully like a child that picks up and treasures shells it finds along a coast. Storing them. Not because it feels for these shells, but because it finds them to be pretty, extraordinary, its surface different from what it is itself.
As she walked closer they were all about her, travelling along the bare skin on her arms, in her hair, unfelt unseen, but there, curious about why this strange creature that was made so heavily out of flesh and bones and all those troubling, heavy emotions would decide to venture out , why she would be curious to have a closer look at them – they, who were so different, who didn´t care anyways about what these humans did. Strange creatures they were indeed, clumsy and unelegant, but no doubt fascinating. And thus they had started to reach out to have a closer look, confused by the assault of emotions that made no sense for them. Fear, hope, despair…such a tangle of things and all confined in the small space that humans used to reach out beyond the shapes of their bodies. So small, so precious. What was it, they wondered in confusion that could get her so upset? They tried but could not find a reason or rather, they found the reason easily no matter how deeply she had buried it into her mind but to them, beings of pure being, it made no sense.
And it seemed like these overbearing emotions that the protectors thought had to weary her mortal frame so much took over completely, making her invest the rift closer, coming closer. The protectors watched on even though something inside them stirred, wanting to have a closer look, inspect more, learn more about this strange creature that was approaching them, see what it would do, if it would let them lead the way. And curiously they reached out further, not caring what would happen to her or if she would follow their cue or if she even wanted to get away from here. For if she stepped through that rift, she would find herself somewhere else…physically even though such little changes mattered nothing to the protectors and did not seem worthy of their contemplation. But it seemed to matter to her and therefore they beckoned her, entwining her mind, beckoning her closer like a child would coo over a flock of pidgeons on the street when it wanted to feed them. Wilful and maybe just up to mischief.
As she finally decided to get close enough to get in touch with their essence, they wrapped closely around her, golden light flaring in front of her eyes, creeping over her like gleaming shadows, tangling on her like living things, blinding her with their light and wordless whispers. They could not speak, they could not think in the way humans did but they did the equivalent knowing that their timeless presence was so all encompassing that she would get the meaning. Taking you away…away…so confused…such a strange mind…strange mind… It was as if they were soothing her but at the same time they were not and barely making observations. So strange…strange thing…so lonely… They kept cooing, observing, entwining all around her, swallowing her whole so that the water, the beach, the nightly sky… it all vanished in a blazing light and a place where time did not exist.
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Post by everyone on Aug 18, 2010 8:01:30 GMT -5
The protectors sensed the woman as she awoke, sensed her feeble attemts to wrap her mind and magic around their existance, noticed how very different their being was from hers. Curiosity stirred in them, a curiosity not prone to any sort of side, neither good nor bad, benevolent or evil, just curiosity of what would happen and they shifted their attention towards her, let her touch on their strangeness that she felt like a tingle in the air without giving much of a reaction, just floating. Being. Existing on that eternal brink between the worlds, not belonging to either and yet subdued to both.
They were usually confined to that never-realm of inbetween where nothing was but them, where nothing ever stirred and nothing ever mattered. They did not mind, they could not mind for it was not their nature, but when the rift opened, part of the protectors´ existance reached out into the world that contained the distant beach, causing the rift to glow. Bodyless existance of nothing but spirit – and even the concept of ´spirit´ too alien to even begin describing them – reaching out to float along the waves and engulf them, to sense each grain of sand and how they were shifted by the nightly wind and the waters that tore them this way and that in an endless helpless struggle. Feeling the shift in existance when the woman became aware of them and made her way out.
It all happened at once and never, they had no concept for time and space, just for being, and curiously they waited, entwining with her world unseen and unheard, riding with the wind and gushing along the waves aback the seawater. It was so strange, so different from their own existance that the protectors could not help but wonder and venture out. The rift opened more, creating a gateway and thus unknowingly bringing the worlds together more. Merely obeying magic, but developing an interest of their own now for the first time after aeons of time.
Beckoning her closer.
The woman´s being was so fascinating to them that they reached out to entwinewith her mind. She would not notice it, but they would savour in her presence, knowing nothing of the like and therefore revelling in the warmness of her being, the tantalizing difference of her way to exist. Emotions…feelings…nothing of what the prorectors could understand.
As she approached the rift in the air the protectors could sense…know…how her feet touched the waters and they halted in curiosity.
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Post by everyone on Jun 29, 2010 7:43:57 GMT -5
There was nothing peculiar about the waves in this night. Just the same. The same steady, monotonous, lulling rhythm of the waters softly running towards the shore, losing their vigour long before they even so much as disturbed the sand. The waves were not in a hurry, they knew that in this secluded realm there would always be the same shore to come back to, the same grains of sand, the same, neverending horizons. And so they rolled softly, breaking from the seas, the waters unaffected by the magic border that kept this part of existence from that where mortals walked. That, where things happened. Where waves were not always the same.
But yet, under the pale moonlight that shone on these neverending shores, something was different. Something that the normal eye could not perceive immediately, because it started like a whisper that mingled with the sound oft he wind, inaudible. And that whisper was magic.
Somewhere between reality and dream that made up the very essence of what kept the realms apart, something was stirring. The ancient powers that guarded the realm unyieldingly, not capable or affected by emotions, neutrally looking upon the struggle of the human who had been battering their restrains for these last few months, harkened as they felt a change in the workings of magic itself. A whisper, no words, but energy for the powers were beyond such simple things as human language or thought. They were too old, too different. But ripples in their foundations they felt.
And in that night that had begun like any other, they answered to them. And some of them answered more avidly, their spirits, their essence giving in to the call. They were protection and they were impartial. They were answering to only one thing. Magic. The magic that understood them and called them by their names. Knew them and named them truely. They knew nothing of alliance. And thus, unseen, unheard, the barrier that kept the other realm from the real world, faltered. Not completely, but at one, tiny spot, the magic that the protectors held up cracking and breaking as they were summoned by another power.
And finally, as if the world had waited for it, the going ons became visible also for the world of breathing and feeling things. Like a faint, orange –yellow glow it formed a crack somewhere close to the shore where the water only ran up to be maybe two feet high. And there it remained. A gateway, silent, its glow slowly pulsating and adding its light to the paleness oft he moon and stars.
The protectors were aware oft he gateway, but they did not heed it. They never heeded anything. They answered only to magic and to who commanded it. The gateway was there and they observed it, but neither with interest nor with alarm. Instead, they accepted it now as a part of reality, not even attempting to close it.
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Post by everyone on Jan 6, 2010 2:31:12 GMT -5
Bryn rolled her eyes. "Would you stop arguing. Both of you," she half-yelled in annoyance. She glared at Scratch and looked up at Turok. "Now, can we eat peacefully?" She calmed down. "Now where were we? Oh yes, can you please join us," she spoke sweetly to Turok, briefly holding his hand.
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