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janestarzSince Truestrike is not one to describe events, my report of Legendfalls will be written as a memory of important events. Italics can be seen as current time, regular as the memory as it is being recalled.
Somewhere in a forest near Woldestee, Truestrike gathered some kafnuts. She searched through the fallen leaves, taking note of her surroundings, trying to find some freshly fallen nuts the squirrels hadn't gotten at yet.
The night the other Wildlings had come loping from the forest, she had been foraging as well. Their distinct smells -- each a little different from the other's -- had been carried on the wind, and she had waited patiently as they came closer. One was tall, on long goat's legs. She'd seen him before, of course, as he stood out even in a crowd of Wildlings, but she didn't know any of them.
"Truestrike, of Those Who Walk the Leaves;" she had introduced herself to each in turn. Nightwing, Shadowcloud, Moonrage, and the two cubs (cubs!) Arrifa and Cindar.
They had followed her back to the village, where she tried to explain some of the horrible smells. "Humani put dead in ground to rot." she had said at the graveyard, and they had given it wide berth. The inn was a different story, so confined a space and filled with milling humani, they had not even wanted to go inside.
She sniffed the air. A scent of Adriel lingered here. He'd passed this way not long ago, his long staff leaving marks in the earth where, but only barely. He was good at walking lightfootedly over the earth, even here near the rabbit warren. He and Tamarr and Maedha also stayed in the humani village, but they hardly talked to her these days.
Adriel had come forward with a message. It had been from the magistrate, telling the local Wildlings to take care of their own, and condemning the Wildling Solitaire for the murder on Clearwater.
Truestrike had listened impassively to the letter, but the other Wildlings had reacted. "Who this?" Shadowcloud had asked.
"Solitaire spoiled meat." Truestrike had answered.
"Noname!" Moonrage barked a half-laugh. "Why he live?"
"Why kill? Name taken." she had answered.
They had discussed it in clipped tones, and the Wildlings, Shadowcloud and Moonrage first among them, had decided that Noname had to die. They had even gone inside the inn to find him, and Moonrage pushed Noname into a wall at first. TrueStrike had taken over at some point, dragged him outside. When finally Noname had fallen, she jumped on top of him, taking his throat between her fangs until he sputteringly died beneath her. She had spat the blood out, not wanting to take in anything of the spoiled meat.
"So you do the human's bidding now?" Adriel had said.
"No." she had replied indignantly. "Wildling decide he die. I kill. If I not kill, maybe Moonrage kill."
Adriel had dragged the body off to a pyre later that night. She had ignored him.
But there was more. Adriel had said that a perfect world was one without Wildlings in it, and Tamarr had said that TrueStrike's change was 'just a phase'. She did not have much good to say about them after that.
Truestrike pocketed the kafnuts she had found, thanking the spirits of the trees that had granted them. She turned to go back to the village, the large circle of pine nuts and leaves for the spirits ahead.
The Wildlings had been trying to help the humani from the village, teaching them about Wildling ways and offering to help hunt. Truestrike had to ask people to translate for her, but Nightwing and Shadowcloud were happy to do so, if Maedha or Gwenyth were not around. The Watchers of Lothar had gone into the forest to find the bandits, but they had not attacked when they approached the group of humani.
"You're sure they're the bandits?" one of them had asked, his words translated by Nightwing.
"Blood leads to them."
"But you're sure?"
"Have blood on them."
"Are they the bandits?"
"Trail leads to dead bandit they buried there." Truestrike pointed.
"So, are you sure?"
"One wears shirt same as bandit earlier in village."
"So, are they the bandits?
Sometimes humani were really stooooopid.
When she had seen movement in the distance, she noticed the humani Snow with a friend, making spirit circle. Truestrike had seen them work, placing pinecones and leaves just so, and she had handed one of the humani a handful of pinecones, with a heart-felt "Honor spirits good."
The poor humani had looked at her shocked, and she had left them to it.
It wasn't the only time she helped humani with their spirit place. Nightwing had been surprised, but Truestrike had merely said "Still spirit place." and that pretty much said all that needed to be said.
In the distance, she saw the humani druid and his companion scour the ground. Truestrike smiled. Most of the kafnuts there had been gathered already, but maybe they were looking for feathers to honour the spirits. She appreciated the work they put in.
Most of the next day had been spent making kaf. The cubs needed to learn, and she set them to gathering wood. The male cub had been cheeky towards Shadowcloud earlier, daring the tall Wildling to put him into place. Of course Shadowcloud had done so, but it had already been too late. The cub had shown exactly how much more he knew by asking for a punishment he should already have received.
So far, they had tiptoed the line around her, but maybe that was because she told them to see, to learn, by watching closely what she did. As she poured water into a kettle, she explained.
"Kafnuts in water. Kafnut float, is bad. Not float, good. Then roast in fire."
She had picked the bad kafnuts out of the water and thrown them away. The rest had been banked near the hot coals, but they had caught fire when the fire had gone unattended for a while. After slicing them open and putting them into the kettle, they roasted without burning, and at the end of the day the humani druid had ground some for her. It smelled delicious, much better than humani kaf. She had shared her kafnuts with him and he his walnuts with her.
As she approached the village, she saw several red-clad humani walking about. She was pleased with the progress she had made with them. When they had come to the village, they had been apprehensive but curious, knowing Wildlings could be dangerous. After talking to them several times, they understood why Wildlings acted the way they did and they had reached a start of an understanding. Truestrike had even shared some insights with them, but at her request Nightwing had not translated everything.
"Make fire spirit strong." Truestrike had offered. She had been working with the fire for most of the day. Gathering wood, roasting kafnuts, it was only part of it. Bit by bit she had fed the flames and they grew strong and died down slowly. "Fire teach."
Nightwing had waited to see if she wanted to say more. "Fire burn Truestrike, Before." She emphasized the last word again. "Before."
A pause. "Now, fire teach. Truestrike learn. No fear fire spirit."
That had not been the only time she had spoken about Before. Elin had mentioned a name she recognised from before.
"Elin. Tell story Moronc." Truestrike had demanded. The fire was warm next to her. It was story time.
Elin obliged. She told how Iluvatar had been split into two halves, the God of Order and the God of Chaos. How the latter was named Moronc. She spoke of what he had done to the world. Truestrike had stared into the flames, her eyes watering from the heat and the memories. "Musicbox."
"How do you know this?" Elin had asked, but Truestrike had shaken her head. "Before."
The village was quiet again. The fishcreatures had been locked in their pond by a magic circle and the familiar faces had left again. She remembered with a touch of warmth how he had touched her cheek and smiled warmly. "Prepare." The circle the Wildlings had prepared had been marvellous, hides and fruit Truestrike had gathered and a fire in the center. But the message later was worrying. That city was a problem, and one Truestrike was ill-equipped to handle. She wondered how she would ever be able to help, but maybe time would tell.
* * *
LF was fun, but had a lot of small moments. The synergy between the Wildlings was marvelous, like we've been playing togheter for years. One thing we didn't do was decide ranking between us, which is a shame (because it touches upon Wildling pride and currently we're just lowering ourselves to the level of humani in order to be understood. It won't hurt to be proud for a change).
My bag was stolen in the game on Fridaynight, which royally pissed me off. I had set it down in the inn when fighting Sol, but it was gone when I returned. It held my knife and some fruit, so there were no valuables in it whatsoever, but just not having that bag was very annoying. I can stuff stuff in it. When I go out in the forest, I gather trash in it, I keep my knife and water in it and not having it just hampered me in several ways. It's just a part of the costume that makes it so much more practical (and a thousand times more when I don't forget a bottle of water). Galling, really, really, galling.
Adriel and Tamarr were so busy with their own things, and the things they did say when I was around, really drove a bigger wedge between us. I can understand the IC feelings, but I really did not enjoy being completely ignored by NoKey until it was time to go home. Our IC schedules just kept us apart from the moment we got out of bed until we went back into it at night. NoKey sleeps longer than I do so we don't see eachother at breakfast either.
Another thing that bugged me besides not being allowed to enter the forest on Saturday night (apparantly I was not allowed in by the local spirits, and got a few loud warnings which just made me really sad) was the great number of leechers that just kept poking my nerves in a bad way. I know when I wear those long fangs I have more trouble saying a proper S. What I can't deal with is the constant, incessant nagging remarks from one guy in particular until four o'clock on Sunday. I told him in no uncertain tones to fuck off, but the damage was done by then.
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lanzaned and diverteddreamer for hugs after Time-Out to pick me up again. It's just no fun to realise you have to go home after an event and that damned move has still not happened yet and you're going to have to return to your pathetic life that really has no hope of a quick solution any time soon.
I'm going to have to think hard about next time. I had fun, but there were a lot of dead moments. After my big moment killing Sol on Fridaynight, the next bit of plot I could pick up was the announced visit on Sunday, leaving me the whole Saturday to socialise and make kaf from ground roasted acorn (delicious roasted acorns!). There's just not much use for a hunter in a society where humani provide all the food and there is no need for my services...
Somewhere in a forest near Woldestee, Truestrike gathered some kafnuts. She searched through the fallen leaves, taking note of her surroundings, trying to find some freshly fallen nuts the squirrels hadn't gotten at yet.
The night the other Wildlings had come loping from the forest, she had been foraging as well. Their distinct smells -- each a little different from the other's -- had been carried on the wind, and she had waited patiently as they came closer. One was tall, on long goat's legs. She'd seen him before, of course, as he stood out even in a crowd of Wildlings, but she didn't know any of them.
"Truestrike, of Those Who Walk the Leaves;" she had introduced herself to each in turn. Nightwing, Shadowcloud, Moonrage, and the two cubs (cubs!) Arrifa and Cindar.
They had followed her back to the village, where she tried to explain some of the horrible smells. "Humani put dead in ground to rot." she had said at the graveyard, and they had given it wide berth. The inn was a different story, so confined a space and filled with milling humani, they had not even wanted to go inside.
She sniffed the air. A scent of Adriel lingered here. He'd passed this way not long ago, his long staff leaving marks in the earth where, but only barely. He was good at walking lightfootedly over the earth, even here near the rabbit warren. He and Tamarr and Maedha also stayed in the humani village, but they hardly talked to her these days.
Adriel had come forward with a message. It had been from the magistrate, telling the local Wildlings to take care of their own, and condemning the Wildling Solitaire for the murder on Clearwater.
Truestrike had listened impassively to the letter, but the other Wildlings had reacted. "Who this?" Shadowcloud had asked.
"Solitaire spoiled meat." Truestrike had answered.
"Noname!" Moonrage barked a half-laugh. "Why he live?"
"Why kill? Name taken." she had answered.
They had discussed it in clipped tones, and the Wildlings, Shadowcloud and Moonrage first among them, had decided that Noname had to die. They had even gone inside the inn to find him, and Moonrage pushed Noname into a wall at first. TrueStrike had taken over at some point, dragged him outside. When finally Noname had fallen, she jumped on top of him, taking his throat between her fangs until he sputteringly died beneath her. She had spat the blood out, not wanting to take in anything of the spoiled meat.
"So you do the human's bidding now?" Adriel had said.
"No." she had replied indignantly. "Wildling decide he die. I kill. If I not kill, maybe Moonrage kill."
Adriel had dragged the body off to a pyre later that night. She had ignored him.
But there was more. Adriel had said that a perfect world was one without Wildlings in it, and Tamarr had said that TrueStrike's change was 'just a phase'. She did not have much good to say about them after that.
Truestrike pocketed the kafnuts she had found, thanking the spirits of the trees that had granted them. She turned to go back to the village, the large circle of pine nuts and leaves for the spirits ahead.
The Wildlings had been trying to help the humani from the village, teaching them about Wildling ways and offering to help hunt. Truestrike had to ask people to translate for her, but Nightwing and Shadowcloud were happy to do so, if Maedha or Gwenyth were not around. The Watchers of Lothar had gone into the forest to find the bandits, but they had not attacked when they approached the group of humani.
"You're sure they're the bandits?" one of them had asked, his words translated by Nightwing.
"Blood leads to them."
"But you're sure?"
"Have blood on them."
"Are they the bandits?"
"Trail leads to dead bandit they buried there." Truestrike pointed.
"So, are you sure?"
"One wears shirt same as bandit earlier in village."
"So, are they the bandits?
Sometimes humani were really stooooopid.
When she had seen movement in the distance, she noticed the humani Snow with a friend, making spirit circle. Truestrike had seen them work, placing pinecones and leaves just so, and she had handed one of the humani a handful of pinecones, with a heart-felt "Honor spirits good."
The poor humani had looked at her shocked, and she had left them to it.
It wasn't the only time she helped humani with their spirit place. Nightwing had been surprised, but Truestrike had merely said "Still spirit place." and that pretty much said all that needed to be said.
In the distance, she saw the humani druid and his companion scour the ground. Truestrike smiled. Most of the kafnuts there had been gathered already, but maybe they were looking for feathers to honour the spirits. She appreciated the work they put in.
Most of the next day had been spent making kaf. The cubs needed to learn, and she set them to gathering wood. The male cub had been cheeky towards Shadowcloud earlier, daring the tall Wildling to put him into place. Of course Shadowcloud had done so, but it had already been too late. The cub had shown exactly how much more he knew by asking for a punishment he should already have received.
So far, they had tiptoed the line around her, but maybe that was because she told them to see, to learn, by watching closely what she did. As she poured water into a kettle, she explained.
"Kafnuts in water. Kafnut float, is bad. Not float, good. Then roast in fire."
She had picked the bad kafnuts out of the water and thrown them away. The rest had been banked near the hot coals, but they had caught fire when the fire had gone unattended for a while. After slicing them open and putting them into the kettle, they roasted without burning, and at the end of the day the humani druid had ground some for her. It smelled delicious, much better than humani kaf. She had shared her kafnuts with him and he his walnuts with her.
As she approached the village, she saw several red-clad humani walking about. She was pleased with the progress she had made with them. When they had come to the village, they had been apprehensive but curious, knowing Wildlings could be dangerous. After talking to them several times, they understood why Wildlings acted the way they did and they had reached a start of an understanding. Truestrike had even shared some insights with them, but at her request Nightwing had not translated everything.
"Make fire spirit strong." Truestrike had offered. She had been working with the fire for most of the day. Gathering wood, roasting kafnuts, it was only part of it. Bit by bit she had fed the flames and they grew strong and died down slowly. "Fire teach."
Nightwing had waited to see if she wanted to say more. "Fire burn Truestrike, Before." She emphasized the last word again. "Before."
A pause. "Now, fire teach. Truestrike learn. No fear fire spirit."
That had not been the only time she had spoken about Before. Elin had mentioned a name she recognised from before.
"Elin. Tell story Moronc." Truestrike had demanded. The fire was warm next to her. It was story time.
Elin obliged. She told how Iluvatar had been split into two halves, the God of Order and the God of Chaos. How the latter was named Moronc. She spoke of what he had done to the world. Truestrike had stared into the flames, her eyes watering from the heat and the memories. "Musicbox."
"How do you know this?" Elin had asked, but Truestrike had shaken her head. "Before."
The village was quiet again. The fishcreatures had been locked in their pond by a magic circle and the familiar faces had left again. She remembered with a touch of warmth how he had touched her cheek and smiled warmly. "Prepare." The circle the Wildlings had prepared had been marvellous, hides and fruit Truestrike had gathered and a fire in the center. But the message later was worrying. That city was a problem, and one Truestrike was ill-equipped to handle. She wondered how she would ever be able to help, but maybe time would tell.
* * *
LF was fun, but had a lot of small moments. The synergy between the Wildlings was marvelous, like we've been playing togheter for years. One thing we didn't do was decide ranking between us, which is a shame (because it touches upon Wildling pride and currently we're just lowering ourselves to the level of humani in order to be understood. It won't hurt to be proud for a change).
My bag was stolen in the game on Fridaynight, which royally pissed me off. I had set it down in the inn when fighting Sol, but it was gone when I returned. It held my knife and some fruit, so there were no valuables in it whatsoever, but just not having that bag was very annoying. I can stuff stuff in it. When I go out in the forest, I gather trash in it, I keep my knife and water in it and not having it just hampered me in several ways. It's just a part of the costume that makes it so much more practical (and a thousand times more when I don't forget a bottle of water). Galling, really, really, galling.
Adriel and Tamarr were so busy with their own things, and the things they did say when I was around, really drove a bigger wedge between us. I can understand the IC feelings, but I really did not enjoy being completely ignored by NoKey until it was time to go home. Our IC schedules just kept us apart from the moment we got out of bed until we went back into it at night. NoKey sleeps longer than I do so we don't see eachother at breakfast either.
Another thing that bugged me besides not being allowed to enter the forest on Saturday night (apparantly I was not allowed in by the local spirits, and got a few loud warnings which just made me really sad) was the great number of leechers that just kept poking my nerves in a bad way. I know when I wear those long fangs I have more trouble saying a proper S. What I can't deal with is the constant, incessant nagging remarks from one guy in particular until four o'clock on Sunday. I told him in no uncertain tones to fuck off, but the damage was done by then.
Kudos to
lanzaned and diverteddreamer for hugs after Time-Out to pick me up again. It's just no fun to realise you have to go home after an event and that damned move has still not happened yet and you're going to have to return to your pathetic life that really has no hope of a quick solution any time soon.I'm going to have to think hard about next time. I had fun, but there were a lot of dead moments. After my big moment killing Sol on Fridaynight, the next bit of plot I could pick up was the announced visit on Sunday, leaving me the whole Saturday to socialise and make kaf from ground roasted acorn (delicious roasted acorns!). There's just not much use for a hunter in a society where humani provide all the food and there is no need for my services...
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Date: 2011-11-09 07:50 am (UTC)Maar gelukkig kon ik op een gegeven moment wel een beetje met jullie praten.
Ik was ook helemaal niet blij dat ik de bijl door Madoc in mijn handen gedouwd kreeg, want ik zag jullie kijken "Nu heeft hij een wapen en mogen we wel wat tegen hem doen." Ik was blij dat ik uiteindelijk die bijl weer af moest geven.
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Date: 2011-11-09 08:55 am (UTC)Mij is geleerd dat beastkin met rust gelaten moeten worden - we helpen ze niet. Als ze voor zichzelf kunnen zorgen, prima. Zo niet, dan lost het probleem zichzelf op. Vandaar mijn wat onverschillige houding (ik hield je wel in de gaten, want beastkin ruiken nou eenmaal gewoon vies).
Je staart blijft wel fascinerend, moet ik zeggen, maar dat probleem heb ik ook bij vogeltjes die in de bomen spelen...
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Date: 2011-11-09 08:39 am (UTC)Dat er veel dooie momenten waren moet ik beamen, misschien als er meer npc's zijn dat er meer stiltes opgevangen kunnen worden.
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Date: 2011-11-09 08:52 am (UTC)Wildlings zijn stiekem ook wel heel slecht. Kannibalen, kinderstelers, wildebrassen en ook nog eens heel erg slecht in een gezonde babbel. Maar we zijn wel pluizig (en blauw).
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Date: 2011-11-09 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-09 12:42 pm (UTC)misschien moet ik daar ook maar eens een keer komen kijken.
(hoewel ik eerst mijn kostuum en achtergrond voor Omen maar eens af moet maken.)
nice reading btw, thanks for sharing ^^