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| Kaldris Kassar Leather Clan Quote | Reply | | The Journey posted on: 2/7/2004 5:41:02 PM As He jogs from the kamp He stops fo a moment to look at the wagons. Smiling to Himself, remembering the nights sitting by the fire, the slaves moving about. Moving now on His way in hopes His journey brings a scar to His unmarked face. Sitting down some time later, deep in thought as He eats the only bit of bosk meat He's brought with Him. Knowing He's been gone for several ahn, figuring how far He has gone from the kamp. Restless, filled with desire to prove Himself to the kamp and His Ubar, He moves off again. In the distance He sees a small caravan heading towards Turia. Smiling to Himself He moves towards the caravan. He hopes of finding at least a kaiila in the middle of the small caravan. Along with a few other things His kamp may need. Watching the caravan, He stops, waiting for the leaders to decide on a campsite. Crouched, waiting He sees the encampment unfold, watches as a single guard is stationed to patrol the entire camp. Smiling to Himself He pulls a quiva and moves towards the guard. Silently matching the guard move for move. A shadow on the plains, He sneaks up to the guard and drives the quiva deep into the guards body. Holding the guard, making sure the guard doesnt make a sound as the guard travels to the city of dust. He lowers the shell of the guard and moves to inspect the sleeping camp. His face become a mask as He looks at the single wagon pulling a pile of brush across the plains. Laughing silently at the trick of the merchant to make his small wagon a large caravan. Moving to the wagon an unseen guard jumps towards Him. Struggling with the unseen guard loses the quiva. The blows from the guard rain down on Him, but He fights for the courage scar. He moves in as the guard tries to draw his sword. Pulling a quiva He aims and throws with a speed that would rival even the best of warriors. The guard slowly falls to his knees. The end of the quiva showing from the front of his tunic. He moves to the wagon over the guard, praying to the sky that the fearless guard is smiled on in the city of dust. The merchant hiding behind bags of blackwine beans from Thentis. He grins at the merchant, the quiva held in His right hand. He moves towards the shaking merchant. Pulling the merchant by his hair He throws the fat little man out of the wagon and watches as he runs away. Dancing to the sky He moves about taking in the spoils of the nights work, He stops to laugh and pray about the little fat merchant and the two brave guards. Moving quickly He hitches a team of bosk to the wagon and slowly He heads for the kamp. Smiling, wondering if this will earn Him the mark of courage He desires. |