It's a party!
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Artoria Aldsan gives Anstarra a small smile. Â "So you were taking this job as well? Â I suppose you couldn't resist the lure of the party mentioned?"
Anstarra Silverain beams when she hears Artoria's voice, turning to face her. "Artoria~" She pads over and embraces the other woman. "You know me~"
Anstarra Silverain: "Let's see who else shows up...~
Orrin Halgren pops into the aetheryte plaza, he reaches a hand out to steady himself against the base of the spinning spire, the other on his forehead "Blasted...." he shakes it off and looks about for a moment, some of the U tribe look his way, a bit in recognition.
Chachanji Gegenji just waits quietly at the aetheryte, sitting on the lip of the little pool it was set in. His booted feet scuffing against the plaza stone.
Anstarra Silverain: "Ah, I think I see a familiar face~" An grins, and raises her voice. "Orrin!"
Anstarra Silverain has in fact noticed the out-of-place lalafell but let's face it, he's probably a merchant.
Anstarra Silverain waves to Orrin Halgren.
Nearby are four adamantoise that have been tethered together and a large platform built across them that contains Aqo Garoqo and his cadre of equally rich and privileged Ul'dahn rich kids that have hired this safe escort. They have come well stocked with shade, drinks, and a couple miqo'te dancers.
Anstarra Silverain: "This looks like our escort.. er, the ones we're escorting~"
Chachanji Gegenji looks at the... pallanquin... and scratches his cheek. "W-well... at least it looks like they're ready ta have some fun..."
Orrin Halgren finally catches his bearings, turning towards the voice, he sees Anstarra and
Artoria in an instant "I should have expected you, Anstarra..." he puts his hands on his hips and looks at Artoria "No, guess Artoria in tow would also make sense" He shakes his head with a smirk and approaches, eyeying the turles behind them.
Anstarra Silverain: "Mmm, I smell 'too much money'~" She grins, then looks at Orrin. "Hah~ She's not in tow, she showed up on her own, conveniently~"
Anstarra Silverain gazes upon Chachanji Gegenji in deep reflection.
Chachanji Gegenji gazes upon Anstarra Silverain in deep reflection.
Anstarra Silverain: "Hi there! Are you with the caravan? You should probably get up... oh, or do they not let you ride the palanquin?"
There is some shouting from one side of town and a lalafell quickly flees a rather upset looking U' tribeswoman that's shouting obscenities at him. He quickly scrambles up the ladder to the platform, "Oi! We should probably go! She didn't like me saying I was better hung than her nuhn!" Aqo Garoqo laughs and throws some ice at the lalafell and motions for him to flop down on the pillow piles, "That's why we're going to this party! At least the miqo'te there will be more interested in our charms!
Artoria Aldsan tilts her head. Â "Why would that be the case, Orrin?" Â She turns at the yelling. Â "Well, I suppose that's our cue."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... I-I ain't part'a... tha' group..." he explains, motioning to those antics with a bit of an embarassed blush. "'m jus' 'sposta help keep 'em safe 'til they get ta whatev'r party they're goin' ta."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Not sure what party's all th' way out 'ere, though."
Anstarra Silverain: "Oh!"
Anstarra Silverain: "My mistake! You're with us then~" She pads over and extends her hand, smiling. "Anstarra Silverain~"
Chachanji Gegenji takes it in his own rough smithin' hand and shakes it. "Chachanji Gegenji. Nice ta meetcha."
Orrin Halgren looks to Artoria "You two are oft together," he smiles a bit and looks over to his right, he gives a bow "Orrin" he says, Â when their eyes meet.
Chachanji Gegenji nods to Orrin Halgren.
Anstarra Silverain 's grin brightens and her tail curls a bit at the strong grip. "Lovely~ And this is Artoria~" She gestures to her silent companion.
Artoria Aldsan: "Artoria. A pleasure to meet you, Sir Gegenji."
Anstarra Silverain beams with delight at Artoria Aldsan.
Anstarra Silverain beams with delight at Artoria Aldsan.
Chachanji Gegenji flusters a bit at the title. "A-ah, Jus' Chachanji 'r Chachan's fine."
Anstarra Silverain: "Chachanji.. is that familiar somehow..."
Anstarra Silverain seems lost in thought.
Chachanji Gegenji fails to understand Anstarra Silverain.
Anstarra Silverain: "I'm sure it'll come to me~"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Um... mebbe? I have a smithy over in th' Goblet."
Orrin Halgren looks over at the caravan to see if they are keeping them waiting
Anstarra Silverain: "Hmm, could be, I do live there.. oh, lets get moving!"
Khunbish Avagnar: Aqo Garoqo shouts from the Palanquin, "We're ready to get this party going!" he then looks to his friends, "TO THE DRINK!" and they all cheer and down whatever shots they had in hand.
Anstarra Silverain is positively beaming.
Anstarra Silverain: "I do love parties~ Oh, I wonder if we'll have to kill anything en route?"
Chachanji Gegenji seems happy enough, at least until An's comment. "A-ah, I hope not! Thi' 's fer goin' ta a party, right? Which means nice, fun times!"
Orrin Halgren: "Oh goody, drunk turtle drivers, at least they can't go too fast.." He smirks and looks to Anstarra "Frankly, if it is boring and I can just forget things for an evening, it would be all too good."
Anstarra Silverain: "Well yes! But we're hired to escort them there, not to look pretty~" She winks. "We're the ones getting paid to make sure these kids don't get sodomized by an amalj'aa or a dune worm... or an amalj'aa's dune worm."
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I 'spose tha's fair..."
Orrin Halgren: "You certain? I thought these sort of things is where they indulge in such things
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Even with it being winter, the Sagolii was horrifyingly hot still, and with no heatwave happening. The group up on the palanquin seems adequately handled for this trip at least with their own shade, ice and water, and refreshments. How are the guards faring though?
Chachanji Gegenji smiths for a living. And is a Dunesfolk! He's used to heat, trudging along at a steady pace along the sands.
Orrin Halgren kept up at a decent enough pace with the slow swaying tortoises, he purposefully hung by the shadows casted by the beasts, remembering his times alone in the desert some 2 years ago, he seemed to be rememebring more than forgetting.
Artoria Aldsan glances over at Anstarra. Â "You're handling the desert better than I expected you to."
Anstarra Silverain grins at Artoria's comment. "I tripled the shards in my bracelets.. and I don't know! Today Azeyma's caress feels sweet!" She adjusts her shirt, letting the windows of flesh exposed to the sun, evening out her tan in a manner which will make the lines all the more suggestive.
Anstarra Silverain actually takes off her hat for a bit, smiling under the warmth of the sun.
Orrin Halgren stays in the shade, he even strikes up a conversation with the miqo'te dancer.
The Miqo'te Dancer is distracted from time to time by Orrin's chatter, responding back to him.
Chacha and Anstarra were the only ones aware of the oncoming Dune Worm tunneling this way, infact it seems to have made a line straight for Anstarra and surfaces in an attempt to swallow her up.
Anstarra Silverain is humming, preening a bit, fanning herself with her hat.. she just put it back on her head when she frowns, leaning forward and peering. "What's th- OH FUCK!"
Orrin Halgren at this moment was actually talking to the dancer about the time he was in the desert, hunting sandworms when the attack began.
Anstarra Silverain dives and rolls with the snap reflexes and lightning alacrity of a woman desperately trying to pretect her nice shirt. She skids to her feet. "Asshole!"
Chachanji Gegenji hears the worm coming, and was moving to try to keep it away from An only to see her dive out of the way. Still, the worm was still there! Unhooking his arm-sized hammer from its sheath, he tries to chase it off with a couple hammer smacks?
Well being blind, and such, the Dune Worm fails to defend adequately and may have taken a few hammer smacks to the teeth instead of deflecting them
Anstarra Silverain: "Woo!"
Anstarra Silverain cheers Chachanji Gegenji on!
Anstarra Silverain: "Smash its face!"
Orrin Halgren looks over at the commotion, "Perhaps a demonstration is better than a story." he smiles at the dancer and goes rushing off towards the front of the caravan, along the way he beats the back end of his halberd into the sand at irregular, quick rhythms, trying to simulate a creature in distress "OVER HERE!"
Apparently Over Here is the magic word that summons all deaf Dune worms, because this one certainly has lost interest in Anstarra as it starts moving for Orrin now that it is /focused on a hyur snack/
Anstarra Silverain narrows her eyes, winding back and preparing to strike it with her bare fist. But, even as she lunges, a moment of indecision seems to strike her. What if she kills it? Blood and goop all over her clothes! She hesitates, and then squeaks in astonishment as her half-hearted blow only seems to entice it into a wiggling frenzy!
Artoria Aldsan takes a step back as she notices the worm heading in Orrin's-- and her direction. Â She draws her sword, letting golden aether coalesce around it.
Chachanji Gegenji doesn't want the worm to be going after ANYONE, so as it turns its attentions to Orrin, he again tries to convince it to leave with a good hammering! But it's all wiggly and his swings hit sand instead of sand WORM.
The worm is certainly going crazy or something as two attempts to strike it fall short as it wiggles and writhes quickly across the sand in an almost thrashing manner. It doesn't take long to traverse the short distance to Orrin and attempt to take a bite from the ishgardian knight.
Orrin Halgren lets out a sly grin as the worm started to undulate on its many disturbing spindly legs, almost half submerging to pick up speed and rush towards him. He stops the tapping and stays perfectly still, lowering his halberd at the beast when it then bursts out of the sand to lunge. In just that moment he leaps up in an inverted backflip as the worm strikes at thin air, then in a flash of aether he rockets down drives the tip of the halberd through the gooey flesh near the front, skewering the primitive brain inside its body, driving it down into the sand in a small poof of dust. He stands atop of it, on foot on the back of the halberd propped up, arm resting on his foot.
Artoria Aldsan lets out a small sigh as the worm dies. Â "Well, that was over rather quickly. Â Showing off for our company, Orrin?"
Anstarra Silverain laughs and cheers, clapping as the Ishgardian summarily executes the worm, with style. "Haha! Nice job, Orrin~"
Anstarra Silverain claps for Orrin Halgren.
Anstarra Silverain congratulates Orrin Halgren.
Chachanji Gegenji actually winces at the flourished kill. "D-did ya HAFTA kill it? W-we coulda jus' chased it off..."
Orrin Halgren smiles back at Artoria "I heard bodyguarding make their bank on tips more so than the actual pay" he looks back and winks at the dancer behind him.
Anstarra Silverain: "Poor stupid worm~ You're someone's supper now!"
Anstarra Silverain: "Oh, don't feel bad, Chachan.. it's dog eat worm out here! If we didn't murder it today, it'd murder some poor Amajina & Sons prospector tomorrow."
There was clapping and cheering, one of the Lalafell wobbles towards the edge of the palanquin and tries to spit at the dune worm, it doesn't clear the adamantoise before he falls over onto his back.
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, sure... b-but it jus' a likely tha' it wouldn'ta."
Anstarra Silverain: "It would have to someday! It's gotta eat!"
Chachanji Gegenji: "There's other thin's fer a worm ta eat out 'ere other'n people!"
Chachanji Gegenji: "... I thin'..."
Anstarra Silverain: "Anyroad, now some starving pack of jackals can feast on it~"
Anstarra Silverain: "Or something."
Chachanji Gegenji sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I 'spose..."
Anstarra Silverain beams with delight at Chachanji Gegenji.
Anstarra Silverain: "Our employers enjoyed the show~ That's good! Might as well have fun where you can."
Orrin Halgren takes his foot off the halberd and then with two hands he manages to remove the pike end with a rather disgusting shlorp noise before hopping off "The struggle tends to attract more worms, this was the quicker method." he says, that ishgardian accent would of course make that sound a hint more sinister. "My apologies, we could always carve it up if you feel it is wasteful.."
Anstarra Silverain beams at Orrin Halgren.
Anstarra Silverain: "Unless the bosses want the meat, I doubt they'll let us sit around for the time it takes to dice and cure this thing. Besides, we've got a party to get to!"
One of the other Lalafells manages to make it to the edge of the palanquin, "Hey! We at the party yet!?" he looks like he might have partied too hard already.
Anstarra Silverain jerks her thumb at the guy conveniently emphasizing her point. "Shall we?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I dun really find fightin' 'fun,'" he admits sheepishly. "I-I'd rather jus' get 'em all ta th' party fer some normal fun, yeah..."
Anstarra Silverain: "You chose a funny profession if you don't like fighting~ Unless you just wanted an excuse to visit the party?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "I like protectin' people. Not hurtin' thin's."
Artoria Aldsan: "The two often go hand-in-hand unfortunately."
Anstarra Silverain: "I like both those things~" She winks and turns, letting her tail flick out and lightly caress his cheek. "Off we go~"
Orrin Halgren nods "We shall." he runs the pike into the sand to wick off some of the ichor, it seems to just stick sand to the blade, but a few more scrapes would do it. He returns to the shade of the tortoise and to a hopefully wowed dancer, but not before eyeing An's sauntering.
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, sure... but it dun mean I hafta like it."
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As the day grows long, the camp finally comes into view, several large pavillion tents set up near an oasis, with the rest of the camp spread out around them. It's moved since Chacha was last here, and grown in size as well.
Orrin Halgren balks a bit at the sight of the settlement, it seems like the flyer was no lie, who was in charge again, was there even a name on the flyer? Orrin stretches out though with a wide smile, job complete, time to collect on the gil that would cover all expenditures he was sure to make.
Chachanji Gegenji was getting a weird feeling as he saw the tents. Like they were familiar somehow. It doesn't really strike him until they're already deep into the camp. "O-oh jeez. 's these guys..."
Anstarra Silverain 's eyes widen a bit as she first takes in the sight of the camp. "Oh wow.. this is a lot bigger than I expected! MULTIPLE pavillions.. there must be a hundred people here..."
Orrin Halgren looks back at Chachanji "These guys?" He asks
Khunbish Avagnar: The camp looks to be mostly one miqo'te tribe, although there's plenty of non-miqo'te, and keepers that are there, in various states of revelry, some having already reveled out and are sleeping it off wherever or with whoever.
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, yeah... i-if'n these'r who I think they is..." He rubs at the back of his neck. "Th-they were stealin' stuff from th' Springs 'n me 'n a couple others came out 'ere ta get 'em ta give it back."
Artoria Aldsan hums softly and strides behind Anstarra to give a small tug to the miqo'te's tail. Â "Well, we've done our job. Â Let's see about getting our pay before joining in, yes?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "They seemed friendly 'nuff, though... so if'n they ain't stealin' stuff 'gain, it should be fine."
Anstarra Silverain 's tail swishes and dances this way and that as she walks along, eyes bright and ears twitching under her hat as she looks from one cluster of debauched partygoers to another, and another..
Orrin Halgren really cannot seem to be able to escape from thieving miqo'te tribes , at least they weren't cannibals. He nods hesitatantly to Chachan before going to join Artoria for payment.
Chachanji Gegenji flusters quietly. "A bit TOO friendly at times, though..." Innocent little guy in a camp of sin.
Anstarra Silverain starts as her tail is tugged. "Huh? Oh! Sure, whatever~"
Chachanji Gegenji pads along behind them, trying to keep his eyes averted from the more... depraved things, if visible.
Aqo Garoqo descends from his palanquin, his foot catching on the bottom rung and he face plants. Â His friends are no help as they just taunt him, "Quitting early! Here have another!" a glass of wine is poured on the lalafell who stands up, dusts himself off and just opens his mouth to catch the dregs as they fall, "Alright! Party time! Oh right" he tosses a bag of gil towards Orrin, "Thanks for the escort! Don't need to be Worm shite!"
Anstarra Silverain looks briefly toward the sack of gil, then claps her hands together. "Lovely.. then..." She takes her hat off and tosses it like a gentle frisbee.. it lands on someone in a cluster of entwined folks, but An's not even paying attention.
Chachanji Gegenji takes his gil and then... proceeds to look really awkward amongst all this carnal revelry.
Anstarra Silverain: "Mrr.. shoulda gone with the red hair..." She runs her fingers through her hair, then shrugs with a smile. "Ah well~" She sets her shoulders back and adjusts her scarf.. then, as an afterthought, unclips the clasp between her breasts, hooking the metal edge in the cloth so it sorta dangles half-open. Then she saunters over toward some wine.
As Aqo and the lalafell frat boys depart with their dancers and aides to join the revelry, there's a disturbance from one of the pavilion entrances as people quickly part ways. A large highlander leaving melting frost in his way storms out. He has archaic paintings upon his chest and face, and a strange girdle that glows with an icy blue. From behind him comes a fiery haired hyur with a left arm covered in smooth almost molten looking metals that exude a glow like a blazing fire from the joint.
Anstarra Silverain doesn't even notice Jotun (?) at first…
Chachanji Gegenji may or may not recognize one of those as Efreeti.
Artoria Aldsan hums softly as she follows An through the party, glancing over at the disrobing Miqo'te. Â "I rather think the white looks good on you, Anstarra." Â She glances up at the sudden entrance of the two elementals, her face going still. Â "Ah... of course they would be here."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, yup... I-I recognize th' red one. Blue one's new, though..."
Anstarra Silverain: "Hmm?" She looks up, glancing around at Artoria's words.. and stills. "Jotun.. then that one..." She looks to the red one in question. "Must be Efreeti."
Orrin Halgren had already gotten a redheaded seeker giving him eyes as he drank with her, she sidled up close and seemed intent on moving closer still when the commotion draws his attention, when he sees the two strange figures, he is reminded of the windy figure lost to the sea of clouds, this made his wine go sour...
"Oh come on Jotun, you're telling me the idea of all of this paradise, this unrivaled jewel of mirth and joy and passion and emotion is pointless." Efreeti even goes so far as to grab a random highlander woman to thrust at Jotun who just shoves her away, nicely enough, "It is worthless, this does not breed strength just weakness." Jotun retorts and sours more at the other elemental.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Y-yeah, I thin' tha' was 'is name."
Anstarra Silverain looks partially frustrated at this distraction from the imminent revels... though... "Hrm." She eyes Jotun, remembering the excitement of the battle... and the fiery male who seems intent on having fun. Then, she steps up, to both of them.
Anstarra Silverain: "Oh, I don't know... unrivaled passion sounds like just my thing. Hello, Jotun~ You're far from your mountain..."
Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his cheek as An engages the two of them.
Orrin Halgren watches quietly, were they like the lordling? Now vessels for these spirits? The woman by his side wanting his attention back, talking about how not to worry, those his focus only gets more sharp as he sees Anstarra just /walk/ up to them.
Jotun crosses his arms and looks down at Anstarra, "You braved my ice and battled well. I remember you." he snorts as he glances at Efreeti who suddenly drapes himself upon Jotun's shoulder to leer and grin at Anstarra, "Oh hello there, you look purrrfect a drop of ice amidst this wave of red and brown!"
Anstarra Silverain grins brightly at the fiery male, tail curling around and up in a seductive little dance. "Well hello to you, too... you say nice things. I think we're going to be... friends." Her eyes gleam.
Artoria Aldsan followed in Anstarra's wake, but stays quiet for the moment, her arms crossed as she watches the two elementals.
Efreeti slides forward to Anstarra and takes her hands in his, "Oh... I've been looking forward to a /'friendship' with a white haired miqo'te/ such as yourself." Jotun just pahs and continues stomping off towards the oasis shore.
Orrin Halgren turns his gaze to Jotun as he passes, as his field of view changes, it falls back on the reveler by his side who still seemed keen on his attention, He gives it, part way, trying so badly to just relax, but the very concept of /more/ of these figures put him at unease, maybe there was a disk on them as well?
Anstarra Silverain laughs, a pleased sound. "Pleasure doesn't mean weakness, Jotun!" she calls out.. which is pretty much the extent of the effort she's going to make here. Her tail curls as she looks up at Efreeti. "Then... perhaps we ought to adjourn to 'purrsue' this newfound friendship..." She leans up, grinning as she brushes her body against his. "Or right here, is good too..."
Chachanji Gegenji feels embarassed FOR An. Even though she likely doesn't feel embarassed at all. Little Chachan instead looks to see where Jotun's going.
Jotun arrives at the edge of the Oasis and pulls out some small wooden poles and begins to carve into them, small for Jotun who was on the massive end for a highlander.
Chachanji Gegenji meanders his way over to Jotun, canting his head as he watches. He doesn't try to disturb the man, just observe quietly as he works.
Efreeti hooks an arm around Anstarra and grins to her as he leads her towards the pavilion, Jotun forgotten for now, "Oh? Well let's retire to my pavilion where I have plenty of drink and music and food and we can see where our friendship goes. Did you know, I'm probably the first Hyur to be a nuhn? I guess they are the tribal leaders or something."
Anstarra Silverain chuckles, though a little shiver runs through her as her new friend speaks of being the Nunh... even she, however, would find it hard to define the emotions tied to it. She definitely wasn't turned off though.. which in and of itself was a little disturbing to her. Oh well. "The Nunh is the breeding male... not always the leader, though often enough.. and the only male in the tribes allowed to father kittens..." She walks close to him, trailing fingers along his chest. A quick glance back as she grins at Artoria, her tail flicking in a little question mark, then between Efreeti and Jotun.
Artoria Aldsan lets out a small sigh and glances at Orrin and Chachanji. Â "I suppose I'll go with Anstarra to make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble. Â Try to not rile them up, Sir Halgren?"
Orrin Halgren nods to Artoria, he takes a pull from the wine "I'll be on my best behavior." he says to her. As Artoria departs the Miqo'te asks him if Artoria was a friend, and commented on how cute she was, before then noticing he was referred to as "Ser" Orrin promptly denies holding any such title.
Inside Efreeti's tent are a bevy of dancers from various races, not just Miqo'te, although by the looks of it, some of them are dancing with the miqo'te, aside from a couple servers and musicians it's mostly women in here.
Anstarra Silverain looks around at all the lovely sights, breathing deep the scents.. sweat, wine.. and sex. Be it past or present, or about to happen. She makes a growling, pleased sound and leans over.. before, on an impulse, giving Efreeti's (presumably) bare chest a little lick. "I like it here.."
Efreeti is full on bare chested, with just loose fitted pants, "Good, you're welcome to stay and enjoy my endless celebration as long as you like!" he flops down on a pile of pillows and pulls a decanter of wine out from within them.
Outside Jotun's carvings almost seem like they are telling some story in sequence as he quietly works, not saying anything to Chacha.
Chachanji Gegenji finally pipes up. "Yer really good at carvin'."
Anstarra Silverain grins, and moves, turning to face away from Efreeti.. before straddling him, sitting smoothly right down in his lap. Making herself comfortable. "I'm a busy woman... but I might be tempted to stay a while..." she purrs, wriggling a bit.
Artoria Aldsan sits nearby the pair, watching, but not particularly joining in with their revelry.
Efreeti grins at Anstarra, "Oh that pleases me." he motions for two cups, a lone male Miqo'te that jingles from the clasps about his wrists and ankles, bound together in a gilded chain approaches. He holds out the platter as far as he can before the cups are taken and he retreats. One of the large scantily clad Roe women suddenly leans over Artoria, grinning to her, "Come dance with us! Haven't seen one of your kind dance here yet!"
Artoria Aldsan shakes her head slightly. Â "No, that's fine. Â I'm not much of a dancer."
A second Miqo'te joins the first to try and coax Orrin into stories of his heroics, after all he looks like some great and mighty hero, or at least like he might have some tall tales.
Anstarra Silverain arches an eyebrow at the other male.. but she herself isn't easy to distract. Though she does grin as the large, busty (because roe) woman tries to drag Artoria into the fun.. "Artoria dancing.. that would be fun~"
Anstarra Silverain sits with her hands between her legs, slightly leaned forward in her 'seat'.
Anstarra Silverain: "How long have you been.. having this party.. Efreeti, was it..?"
Jotun looks up at Chacha, "You are someone who can appreciate worksmanship then? Good. Too few in the world, take for granted the work that goes into making the sword they swing."
Chachanji Gegenji nods. "'m a smith by trade, act'lly. I work wit armor, mostly." He'd strike up some talking shop with Jotun if the large man was willing!
Orrin Halgren seems to be holding his attention with the woman well enough, he gets a name from her, he flirts back, they share a drink, she's surprisingly lucid despite being here before him. Though he occasionally glances to the icy stranger, only drawn out of it by another who seems drawn to him, eyeing the weapon he still had strapped to its back, how it dripped a sticky ichor. Orrin admits to his earlier deed he had accomplished on his way over. Though he does mention how the teeth were knocked out by some a lalafell who happened to be right there! which he points at. Though they seem glued to him instead, wanting to hear more. He takes a swig and recalls the time in La Noscea where he found and fought a dragon alone in a swamp
Anstarra Silverain giggles, tail brushing over the belly of the man she's sitting on.
Artoria Aldsan shrugs slightly and reaches out to snag a drink for herself. Â "I was an escort for the trip here. Â I didn't particularly plan to engage in festivities."
Anstarra Silverain hums a pleased little sound as she reaches out to take a drink, herself... sipping, and grooving to the sound of ambient music, hips wriggling as she teases the male she's sitting on. "Mmm~"
Jotun nods slightly, "Armor is important for most. Fine crafted armor can be the difference between life and death, poorly crafted could be death itself." he examines the whittle, blowing the dust out before continuing, "What caused you to decide to take up hammer instead of blade."
The Roe eyes the drink and sighs, "Yer worse than th' Ishgardians, lot of them came down, stood around awkwardly... one even jumped an' shouted heresy when I slapped him on the ass."
Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his cheek at the question. "Well... I want ta protect people. I tried doin' tha' at first by goin' out there 'n swingin' a sword around 'n tryin' ta be a hero." He unsheaths his hammer and turns it about in his hand. "'n I still will fight if'n I needta ta do tha'... but I figgered tha' 'm better at smithin' than fightin'. 'n I can protect more folks wit a hammer than a sword."
Artoria Aldsan snorts softly, the hint of a smile on her lips. Â "I'm surprised they didn't simply melt under the desert sun. Â What brought a group of Ishgardians down this far?"
Anstarra Silverain giggles at the mental image.. imagining Orrin, then quickly shaking her head.. then V'al, and she shivers, dispelling that even quicker. A host of more normal Ishgardians take their place, fitting the image better. She grins, looking back to Efreeti. "Been partying here long..?"
The Roe shrugs, "Guessing they wanted t' see th' party like everyone else, or thought to join in an' went back to the cold." she chuckles and lounges out, "Myself, only got couple days left then ah have to return to Limsa and report for duty. What about you? Sure you don't want to enjoy this?"
Jotun nods his head slightly, "Heroes die heroic deaths. They die all the same though." he examines his work, "Smiths are good folk, the ones that take pride and care in their work."
Artoria Aldsan hums lightly before finally shaking her head. Â "No. Â Or, not yet, at least. Â I'd like to simply relax for a bit."
Efreeti grins brightly at Anstarra, relaxing a bit into the pillows, "At this oasis, a few months, the boring parts are where we have to pick up the party and move it, and be responsible so we have food and drink."
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I want ta prevent deaths if'n I can..." Chachan admits, sliding the hammer back into place. "'n I think tha's what drives me ta keep improvin', y'know? Both on me family's pride as smiths... 'n ta make sure tha' someone walks 'way from somethin' they might not'a if'n they weren't wearin' me armor."
A stern faced miqo'te soon steps up in front of Orrin and narrows his eyes at him in consideration.
Orrin Halgren is about at the part where he heroically dived into the swamp water to duck beneath the dragon's breath, coming up from underneath to stick it in the belly with the very same weapon he carried on his person. One of the women leaned forward to look at the weapon, her inebriation makes her fail to keep her cup upright when she does, spilling some of the wine upon his shirt. Who would then quickly go to try and pat it clean, it turned more into  a rubbing, if it was a mistake, 'Kala had turned> it into an opportunity of some sort.
Anstarra Silverain: "Mmmh... a few moons here.. a few moons there..." She takes a deep drink from her wine, and purrs. Then, she leans forward, lifting her tail (and probably displaying her hindquarters to Efreeti) as she gives Artoria a poke on the knee. "You should have fun... relax a little and enjoy yourself. I plan to..."
Artoria Aldsan frowns slightly and glances away as An pokes her. Â "I'm fine, Anstarra." Â She glances around and mutters quietly, "Too many people here, really."
The Roe grins to Artoria, "Then we could always retire to one of the smaller tents, less people, might even find one tha's empty."
Anstarra Silverain smiles in commiseration, though her eyes are bright. This place's ambience is really strong upon her... "Gotta enjoy bright moments when you can.. aah.." She settles herself back down on Efreeti, making a deep, pleased sound as she downs her drink…
Efreeti downs his own cup of wine and grins at Anstarra, "You are quite the lady." he smirks at her, "Yes moons here and there..."
Artoria Aldsan glances back to the Roe, blinking for a moment as she realizes the invitation for what it probably was. Â Some pink invades her cheeks and she glances at An. Â "Ah, I don't want to leave my friend here..."
Orrin Halgren currently pays no mind to the sterner man, at least, it was a gaze he mistook for something he got often when he got..popular, especially with the way Kala dragged her hand over his wine-stained shirt
Anstarra Silverain smirks, making a pleased sound, her eyes hooded. "Don't worry about me... wine, song, and good company... I'll be just fine...."
The man cleared his throat, "Kala, Shala. Go, I have business with this man." the voice was certainly authoritative before he looked back at Orrin, "If your stories are true, you're a powerful warrior then. Is that correct?"
Jotun nods his head slightly, "Good, the world needs more like you then little one." he sets the pole down, "Instead of more like that infernal reveler."
Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his cheek. "W-well, I mean. Ev'ryone has thin's they enjoy, y'know? I like makin' friends too..." He glances back at the camp. "I-I might not want ta... y-y'know... wit 'em... but I do like goin' ta festivals 'n hangin' out wit me friends." He looks back to Jotun. "It helps remind me'a what 'm tryin' ta protect. Tha' happiness, y'know?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "'n... ta be fair... I'd rather folks do... tha' sorta stuff 'n enjoy themselves than go at each other wit swords 'n axes."
Orrin Halgren was actually starting to enjoy himself, it looked like Shala was about to "help" when they are shooed off by the Male. He pulls from his drink "But a soldier." he says gruffly "Currently trying to forget that" he downs the rest and then scoops his cup back into whatever punch-bowl-like wine dispenser there was to refill it.
The miqo'te grunts and waves the girls back, "Fine, will find another to help." and he makes his way off towards Jotun and Chacha as Kala and Shala return, picking up where they left off happily.
Orrin Halgren watches as the male departs, probably with the plot for the event, but Shala turns his face by the cheek to hers with a guiding hand.
Anstarra Silverain beckons for another glass of wine.. she seems intent on forgetting the problems of her life, herself. She drinks it rather swiftly, and sways her body to the music playing in the tent.. the sounds coming from her almost erotic as she loses herself in the ambience…
The chained male arrives when beckoned for more wine.
Jotun glances up at the Male miqo'te who approaches, "You asked the wrong person to rid you of Efreeti. I will not raise hand against a brother unless necessary or forced." he continues his whittling, focusing on it again, "Or challenged, and he does not challenge me so there is no fight." The Miqo'te glances down at Chachanji, "You wouldn't be willing to help us get rid of Efreeti then Lalafell?"
Chachanji Gegenji blinks up at the Miqo'te. "H-huh? Get rid'a 'im? Ev'ryone seems ta be enjoyin' themselves over there..."
Artoria Aldsan eyes Anstarra for a long moment before letting out an exasperated sigh. Â She shifts a few cushions around and leans back. Â "Let's... just stay here for now."
The Miqo'te crouches down, "The tribe fears him, the rest are leeches eating and drinking everything we can get our hands on."
The Roegadyn woman sighs and shrugs, then is dragged back out to dance almost feverishly by some of the miqo'te
Anstarra Silverain laughs throatily, and leans back, reaching up to wrap her arms - or at least her wrists - around Efreeti's neck as she grooves and lap-dances to the music...
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well... I-I mean..." He scratches at his head. "If'n I did fight 'im 'n win... w-wouldn't tha' make ME th' Nunh?" He shakes his head. "I-I dun think 'm good fer somethin' like tha'. I-I have a girlfriend, y'know? 's-sides... w-wouldn't it be better if'n one'a yer own beat 'im? Then th' tribe would be yers again."
The Miqo'te looks at Chachanji like he was simple, "No, because you're not a miqo'te, the only reason he is nuhn is because none of us are any match for him. I don't care how you get rid of him, convince him to go someplace else, take up some other groups place for his party!"
Chachanji Gegenji IS kind of simple. "Wait, then how 'is 'e Nuhn if'n ya hafta be Miqo'te ta be one? Wouldn'ta tha' be reason 'nuff ta not hafta listen ta 'im?"
Anstarra's lap dancing is having quite the distraction on Efreeti.
"Because he demanded we follow and after burning off the... parts for the old Nuhn, and searing the faces of several of our best warriors with just a touch when we attacked him. Clearly we are out matched."
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I-I 'unno what -I- could do, then..." he admits sheepishly. "'m a smith more than a fighter. If'n 'e can do all tha', I dunno if'n I could do anythin'."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Why dun ya ask tha' Ms. Anstarra lady? She seems ta be in good wit 'im."
The Miqo'te growls and stands up, "The white haired one? She's clearly too busy." he snorts, "Fine I'll try if you can't help." and the miqo'te makes for the pavilion tent.
Chachanji Gegenji: "'m sorry... I hope ya guys figger it out, though..."
Chachanji Gegenji sighs quietly, rubbing at the back of his neck.
Orrin Halgren can't help but notice the same male stamping past him, frustrated and growling, he looks to the two fawning over him "What's his problem?"
Anstarra Silverain is busy enjoying her lap dance and drinking…
Q'kala glances and bites her lip a moment, looking serious before sighing, "He wants things to go back to the way they were." she turns back to Orrin and grins, "Worries too much right?"
Orrin Halgren narrows his gaze, a hand coming to her side, he admittedly had been rather hands off, but it would be now that he could guage whether she'd tremble or push against in earnest "Before that man with the arm? Would you want that?"
The Miqo'te male calms himself down and then puts on a smile as he steps into the pavilion and almost immediately zeroes in on Artoria, she isn't having fun and indulging after all! He approaches and seats himself down next to her.
Q'Kala was quiet for a bit, "Become better with throwing knives for hunting." she hesitates as she glances around and Q'shala looks away as if she didn't hear anything and wasn't paying attention.
Artoria Aldsan starts a bit as the man sits next to her and straightens out. Â She hadn't been indulging, but the atmosphere still lent itself towards a sort of sort of lazy watchfulness of her surroundings. Â "Ah, hello there?"
He glances about and says in quiet tones, "You're not having fun like the rest." it was more statement then question.
Anstarra Silverain herself is too distracted at this point. Her clothes have come open in the front, and wine stains the brilliant white fabric.. a crime against economics, do you KNOW how expensive Pure White Dye is?! But she doesn't seem to care. She's purring.. leaning up, and kissing Efreeti most distractingly.
Orrin Halgren blinks at the seeming non sequiter "Kala, as much I'd like to believe you want to do this.." he pushes her away gently "You rather want what he wants." he says pointedly
Efreeti doesn't even notice the male that entered, he's busy with his new toy er miqo'toy Anstarra.
Artoria Aldsan tilts her head slightly. Â "It's a bit... busy for my tastes. Â Is there a problem?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "I... try ta, yeah," Chachan said with a nod. "'s jus'... like I said... I ain't much fer fightin'. I'd rather not fight if'n it can be avoided. So... i-if'n 'e can be talked inta leavin'... tha' might be fer th' best, y'know?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "'n... givin' all tha's goin' on... I'd figger someone like Ms. Anstarra might be able ta do it. She has 'is attention already, after all."
Q'kala clams up and takes a breath, smiling sweetly before she tries to renew her seduction of Orrin. The rapport lost on her.
Jotun nods his head a bit, "And are you protecting then by sitting here with me?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, I mean... 'm not hurtin' anythin' by bein' 'ere, am I?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "If'n I'm botherin' ya, I can leave."
The Male raises an eyebrow, "Not at all this place has become far to busy for the whole Q' tribe, except the nuhn."
Jotun glances at Chacha, "Have things ever been hurt by inaction? You are hurting me none by being here however."
Artoria Aldsan raises an eyebrow curiously and jerks her chin slightly to urge the miqo'te to continue. "Yes, I imagine an eternal party would get tiresome after some time. Â Is there something you wished to speak with me about?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well sure but... I dun think I could do much ta help... I was able ta help protect th' group tha' came 'ere..." He rubs at the back of his neck, looking up at the sky. "But... I 'unno if'n me doin' somethin' 'ere might jus' make thin's worse too. I dun think I could fight th' guy ta help th' Tribe. 'n... I ain't really good at th' smart-talkin', so I dun think I could convince 'im."
"If you could come up with some way to...remove Efreeti, so the tribe can return to how it was before, instead of being bled dry for, no offense, a lot of party drunk dead weights that are slowly killing us... We'd be most appreciative."
Artoria Aldsan: "Why come to me? Â I'm not exactly a member of your tribe."
He motions towards the chained miqo'te, "He's still our strongest warrior, our original Nuhn, he's a eunuch by flames now, the rest of our best fighters are dead, or to damaged, we've been proven to be no match for him."
Orrin Halgren let's her push back against him for a half second, there were two after all. He then tries to push them off "Fine, if you will not speak, then I guess I need to find the man.." By the fury, it must be sunny in coerthas right now as Orrin walks away from the two of them towards the tent.
Artoria Aldsan taps at her jaw for a moment, before stretching out to stand up. Â "I hope you do not mind if I ask a few others in your tribe before taking any action. Â It is not that I disbelieve you, but at the same time, it is possible that you are a singular malcontent, yes?"
"Just be discreet about it." is all he says before standing and smiling best as he can before he starts towards the exit.
Anstarra Silverain notices Artoria getting up... but only enough to grin at her, and wriggle her body enticingly from where she's.. enjoying herself. What -might- once have been a lapdance has progressed to its logical conclusion.. more than once, already.. and subtlety has left the building.
Efreeti is definitely to focused on what is going on with Anstarra to notice or care about the comings and goings of the rest of the pavillion. Shown by much of the dancing miqo'te from the tribe itself suddenly relaxing and dancing with far less energy.
Artoria Aldsan snorts softly and motions at Anstarra to stay and enjoy herself. Â She'll be back in a bit to pick up the white haired miqo'te.
Orrin Halgren heads towards the tent and sees Artoria exiting it with what seemed with purpose "Where are you..?"
Artoria Aldsan: "Just to ask a few questions, Orrin. Â Don't mind me."
Jotun glances at Chacha, "Go find yourself rest or such, I shall be here long into the night working on this."
Orrin Halgren: "...what sort?" he looks over her shoulder "About the Nunh?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, yeah. I'll probably be headin' off pretty soon." He motions to Jotun's work. "I'd like ta see what tha' all looks like once yer done, if'n ya'd let me."
Artoria Aldsan nods slightly without saying anything in response.
Jotun pulls a finished pole out and sets it down, the carved story spirals all the way around it, tier by tier.
Chachanji Gegenji 's eyes widen and he takes a closer look with an appreciative eye.
It tells a simple story of a man bending knee to some army with giant armors and then fighting against people who have almost nothing.
Orrin Halgren looks back over his own now and speaks in a "lowered" voice "I ran into two Miqo'te girls" he quickly puts  hand up to shush Artoria before she assumed it was some sort of party story "They seemed...scared, like if everyone wasn't partying, they'd be in trouble."
Chachanji Gegenji cants his head as he tries to understand the story and who each of these players in it might be.
Artoria Aldsan frowns slightly and runs her fingers through her hair. Â "Why are 'Nunhs' always so much trouble?"
Chachanji Gegenji nods as he thinks he gets it. Maybe. He isn't quite sure. Something involving the Allagan? He looks back to Jotun. "Is yer next one a continuation'a thi' one? Or a diff'rent story?"
Orrin Halgren sighs back "I just wanted to forget about those sort of Nuhns...I've should have just said hello to U'ala back at the forgotten spring..." he looks to her "What spurred your investigation? Some cantankerous looking tia?"
"Continuation." Jotun states to Chachanji, "Am writing out history."
Artoria Aldsan: "Indeed. Â He seems to think the tribe as a whole is malcontent with this current nunh... but not strong enough to oust him themselves."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Oooh. Tha's pretty important ta write down, then. Or... carve... down," he nods, though he was quietly impressed. Was Jotun and Efreeti from the Allagan times? They must be super old!
Jotun nods his head, "It is important, the histories of everyone I take over must be written down so it is not lost with the body."
Chachanji Gegenji blinks at that. "Th'... body?"
Orrin Halgren promptly chucks the chalice over his shoulder, it lands on the ground, the contents pouring into the sand. "Can't bloody escape it..." He has half a mind to draw his weapon and then he hears a noise "She's...fucking him isn't she?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Oh! When ya die. Tha' makes sense." He nods.
Chachanji Gegenji also has a sudden feeling he should be blushing pretty hard right now.
Artoria Aldsan: "Calm down, Orrin. Â Let's make sure that it's not just one or two malcontents in the tribe first. Â After that, we can plan a course of action."
Orrin Halgren clenches his hand into a fist "How long must we wait and see?"
Artoria Aldsan: "Not long, I imagine. Â I think... they have to disperse the party in order to move every so often. Â That would likely be the best time to attack him. Â When there is no one else around but the tribe that wants him gone anyways."
Orrin Halgren looks about "Aye...I guess we'd have to wait til lthen, last thing I need is to be dogpiled by some pirate Roegaedyn whilst trying to fight him..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, I'd def'nitely like ta see th' next part once yer done wit it."
Artoria Aldsan: "Not overly long. Â They'll be moving once they exhaust their food and drink. Â In the meantime... let's make sure what we suspect is true, yes?"
Orrin Halgren nods "Prudent thinking..." he just shakes his head as the sounds echo out from the tent. "My sort of information gathering borders on...inquisitorial, you think you have a softer hand for it?"
Jotun nods his head slightly, "I will show you when done."
Artoria Aldsan: "I doubt it. Â Just make a show of enjoying the party. Â Get a few of the ladies to open up to you, Orrin."
Chachanji Gegenji smiles at the ice-aspected Highlander. "'m lookin' forward ta it."
Orrin Halgren coughs a bit "Your choice of words, Artoria, from what I experienced there seems to be things they'd rather open up than tell the truth..
Artoria Aldsan gives Anstarra a small smile. Â "So you were taking this job as well? Â I suppose you couldn't resist the lure of the party mentioned?"
Anstarra Silverain beams when she hears Artoria's voice, turning to face her. "Artoria~" She pads over and embraces the other woman. "You know me~"
Anstarra Silverain: "Let's see who else shows up...~
Orrin Halgren pops into the aetheryte plaza, he reaches a hand out to steady himself against the base of the spinning spire, the other on his forehead "Blasted...." he shakes it off and looks about for a moment, some of the U tribe look his way, a bit in recognition.
Chachanji Gegenji just waits quietly at the aetheryte, sitting on the lip of the little pool it was set in. His booted feet scuffing against the plaza stone.
Anstarra Silverain: "Ah, I think I see a familiar face~" An grins, and raises her voice. "Orrin!"
Anstarra Silverain has in fact noticed the out-of-place lalafell but let's face it, he's probably a merchant.
Anstarra Silverain waves to Orrin Halgren.
Nearby are four adamantoise that have been tethered together and a large platform built across them that contains Aqo Garoqo and his cadre of equally rich and privileged Ul'dahn rich kids that have hired this safe escort. They have come well stocked with shade, drinks, and a couple miqo'te dancers.
Anstarra Silverain: "This looks like our escort.. er, the ones we're escorting~"
Chachanji Gegenji looks at the... pallanquin... and scratches his cheek. "W-well... at least it looks like they're ready ta have some fun..."
Orrin Halgren finally catches his bearings, turning towards the voice, he sees Anstarra and
Artoria in an instant "I should have expected you, Anstarra..." he puts his hands on his hips and looks at Artoria "No, guess Artoria in tow would also make sense" He shakes his head with a smirk and approaches, eyeying the turles behind them.
Anstarra Silverain: "Mmm, I smell 'too much money'~" She grins, then looks at Orrin. "Hah~ She's not in tow, she showed up on her own, conveniently~"
Anstarra Silverain gazes upon Chachanji Gegenji in deep reflection.
Chachanji Gegenji gazes upon Anstarra Silverain in deep reflection.
Anstarra Silverain: "Hi there! Are you with the caravan? You should probably get up... oh, or do they not let you ride the palanquin?"
There is some shouting from one side of town and a lalafell quickly flees a rather upset looking U' tribeswoman that's shouting obscenities at him. He quickly scrambles up the ladder to the platform, "Oi! We should probably go! She didn't like me saying I was better hung than her nuhn!" Aqo Garoqo laughs and throws some ice at the lalafell and motions for him to flop down on the pillow piles, "That's why we're going to this party! At least the miqo'te there will be more interested in our charms!
Artoria Aldsan tilts her head. Â "Why would that be the case, Orrin?" Â She turns at the yelling. Â "Well, I suppose that's our cue."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... I-I ain't part'a... tha' group..." he explains, motioning to those antics with a bit of an embarassed blush. "'m jus' 'sposta help keep 'em safe 'til they get ta whatev'r party they're goin' ta."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Not sure what party's all th' way out 'ere, though."
Anstarra Silverain: "Oh!"
Anstarra Silverain: "My mistake! You're with us then~" She pads over and extends her hand, smiling. "Anstarra Silverain~"
Chachanji Gegenji takes it in his own rough smithin' hand and shakes it. "Chachanji Gegenji. Nice ta meetcha."
Orrin Halgren looks to Artoria "You two are oft together," he smiles a bit and looks over to his right, he gives a bow "Orrin" he says, Â when their eyes meet.
Chachanji Gegenji nods to Orrin Halgren.
Anstarra Silverain 's grin brightens and her tail curls a bit at the strong grip. "Lovely~ And this is Artoria~" She gestures to her silent companion.
Artoria Aldsan: "Artoria. A pleasure to meet you, Sir Gegenji."
Anstarra Silverain beams with delight at Artoria Aldsan.
Anstarra Silverain beams with delight at Artoria Aldsan.
Chachanji Gegenji flusters a bit at the title. "A-ah, Jus' Chachanji 'r Chachan's fine."
Anstarra Silverain: "Chachanji.. is that familiar somehow..."
Anstarra Silverain seems lost in thought.
Chachanji Gegenji fails to understand Anstarra Silverain.
Anstarra Silverain: "I'm sure it'll come to me~"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Um... mebbe? I have a smithy over in th' Goblet."
Orrin Halgren looks over at the caravan to see if they are keeping them waiting
Anstarra Silverain: "Hmm, could be, I do live there.. oh, lets get moving!"
Khunbish Avagnar: Aqo Garoqo shouts from the Palanquin, "We're ready to get this party going!" he then looks to his friends, "TO THE DRINK!" and they all cheer and down whatever shots they had in hand.
Anstarra Silverain is positively beaming.
Anstarra Silverain: "I do love parties~ Oh, I wonder if we'll have to kill anything en route?"
Chachanji Gegenji seems happy enough, at least until An's comment. "A-ah, I hope not! Thi' 's fer goin' ta a party, right? Which means nice, fun times!"
Orrin Halgren: "Oh goody, drunk turtle drivers, at least they can't go too fast.." He smirks and looks to Anstarra "Frankly, if it is boring and I can just forget things for an evening, it would be all too good."
Anstarra Silverain: "Well yes! But we're hired to escort them there, not to look pretty~" She winks. "We're the ones getting paid to make sure these kids don't get sodomized by an amalj'aa or a dune worm... or an amalj'aa's dune worm."
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I 'spose tha's fair..."
Orrin Halgren: "You certain? I thought these sort of things is where they indulge in such things
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Even with it being winter, the Sagolii was horrifyingly hot still, and with no heatwave happening. The group up on the palanquin seems adequately handled for this trip at least with their own shade, ice and water, and refreshments. How are the guards faring though?
Chachanji Gegenji smiths for a living. And is a Dunesfolk! He's used to heat, trudging along at a steady pace along the sands.
Orrin Halgren kept up at a decent enough pace with the slow swaying tortoises, he purposefully hung by the shadows casted by the beasts, remembering his times alone in the desert some 2 years ago, he seemed to be rememebring more than forgetting.
Artoria Aldsan glances over at Anstarra. Â "You're handling the desert better than I expected you to."
Anstarra Silverain grins at Artoria's comment. "I tripled the shards in my bracelets.. and I don't know! Today Azeyma's caress feels sweet!" She adjusts her shirt, letting the windows of flesh exposed to the sun, evening out her tan in a manner which will make the lines all the more suggestive.
Anstarra Silverain actually takes off her hat for a bit, smiling under the warmth of the sun.
Orrin Halgren stays in the shade, he even strikes up a conversation with the miqo'te dancer.
The Miqo'te Dancer is distracted from time to time by Orrin's chatter, responding back to him.
Chacha and Anstarra were the only ones aware of the oncoming Dune Worm tunneling this way, infact it seems to have made a line straight for Anstarra and surfaces in an attempt to swallow her up.
Anstarra Silverain is humming, preening a bit, fanning herself with her hat.. she just put it back on her head when she frowns, leaning forward and peering. "What's th- OH FUCK!"
Orrin Halgren at this moment was actually talking to the dancer about the time he was in the desert, hunting sandworms when the attack began.
Anstarra Silverain dives and rolls with the snap reflexes and lightning alacrity of a woman desperately trying to pretect her nice shirt. She skids to her feet. "Asshole!"
Chachanji Gegenji hears the worm coming, and was moving to try to keep it away from An only to see her dive out of the way. Still, the worm was still there! Unhooking his arm-sized hammer from its sheath, he tries to chase it off with a couple hammer smacks?
Well being blind, and such, the Dune Worm fails to defend adequately and may have taken a few hammer smacks to the teeth instead of deflecting them
Anstarra Silverain: "Woo!"
Anstarra Silverain cheers Chachanji Gegenji on!
Anstarra Silverain: "Smash its face!"
Orrin Halgren looks over at the commotion, "Perhaps a demonstration is better than a story." he smiles at the dancer and goes rushing off towards the front of the caravan, along the way he beats the back end of his halberd into the sand at irregular, quick rhythms, trying to simulate a creature in distress "OVER HERE!"
Apparently Over Here is the magic word that summons all deaf Dune worms, because this one certainly has lost interest in Anstarra as it starts moving for Orrin now that it is /focused on a hyur snack/
Anstarra Silverain narrows her eyes, winding back and preparing to strike it with her bare fist. But, even as she lunges, a moment of indecision seems to strike her. What if she kills it? Blood and goop all over her clothes! She hesitates, and then squeaks in astonishment as her half-hearted blow only seems to entice it into a wiggling frenzy!
Artoria Aldsan takes a step back as she notices the worm heading in Orrin's-- and her direction. Â She draws her sword, letting golden aether coalesce around it.
Chachanji Gegenji doesn't want the worm to be going after ANYONE, so as it turns its attentions to Orrin, he again tries to convince it to leave with a good hammering! But it's all wiggly and his swings hit sand instead of sand WORM.
The worm is certainly going crazy or something as two attempts to strike it fall short as it wiggles and writhes quickly across the sand in an almost thrashing manner. It doesn't take long to traverse the short distance to Orrin and attempt to take a bite from the ishgardian knight.
Orrin Halgren lets out a sly grin as the worm started to undulate on its many disturbing spindly legs, almost half submerging to pick up speed and rush towards him. He stops the tapping and stays perfectly still, lowering his halberd at the beast when it then bursts out of the sand to lunge. In just that moment he leaps up in an inverted backflip as the worm strikes at thin air, then in a flash of aether he rockets down drives the tip of the halberd through the gooey flesh near the front, skewering the primitive brain inside its body, driving it down into the sand in a small poof of dust. He stands atop of it, on foot on the back of the halberd propped up, arm resting on his foot.
Artoria Aldsan lets out a small sigh as the worm dies. Â "Well, that was over rather quickly. Â Showing off for our company, Orrin?"
Anstarra Silverain laughs and cheers, clapping as the Ishgardian summarily executes the worm, with style. "Haha! Nice job, Orrin~"
Anstarra Silverain claps for Orrin Halgren.
Anstarra Silverain congratulates Orrin Halgren.
Chachanji Gegenji actually winces at the flourished kill. "D-did ya HAFTA kill it? W-we coulda jus' chased it off..."
Orrin Halgren smiles back at Artoria "I heard bodyguarding make their bank on tips more so than the actual pay" he looks back and winks at the dancer behind him.
Anstarra Silverain: "Poor stupid worm~ You're someone's supper now!"
Anstarra Silverain: "Oh, don't feel bad, Chachan.. it's dog eat worm out here! If we didn't murder it today, it'd murder some poor Amajina & Sons prospector tomorrow."
There was clapping and cheering, one of the Lalafell wobbles towards the edge of the palanquin and tries to spit at the dune worm, it doesn't clear the adamantoise before he falls over onto his back.
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, sure... b-but it jus' a likely tha' it wouldn'ta."
Anstarra Silverain: "It would have to someday! It's gotta eat!"
Chachanji Gegenji: "There's other thin's fer a worm ta eat out 'ere other'n people!"
Chachanji Gegenji: "... I thin'..."
Anstarra Silverain: "Anyroad, now some starving pack of jackals can feast on it~"
Anstarra Silverain: "Or something."
Chachanji Gegenji sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I 'spose..."
Anstarra Silverain beams with delight at Chachanji Gegenji.
Anstarra Silverain: "Our employers enjoyed the show~ That's good! Might as well have fun where you can."
Orrin Halgren takes his foot off the halberd and then with two hands he manages to remove the pike end with a rather disgusting shlorp noise before hopping off "The struggle tends to attract more worms, this was the quicker method." he says, that ishgardian accent would of course make that sound a hint more sinister. "My apologies, we could always carve it up if you feel it is wasteful.."
Anstarra Silverain beams at Orrin Halgren.
Anstarra Silverain: "Unless the bosses want the meat, I doubt they'll let us sit around for the time it takes to dice and cure this thing. Besides, we've got a party to get to!"
One of the other Lalafells manages to make it to the edge of the palanquin, "Hey! We at the party yet!?" he looks like he might have partied too hard already.
Anstarra Silverain jerks her thumb at the guy conveniently emphasizing her point. "Shall we?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I dun really find fightin' 'fun,'" he admits sheepishly. "I-I'd rather jus' get 'em all ta th' party fer some normal fun, yeah..."
Anstarra Silverain: "You chose a funny profession if you don't like fighting~ Unless you just wanted an excuse to visit the party?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "I like protectin' people. Not hurtin' thin's."
Artoria Aldsan: "The two often go hand-in-hand unfortunately."
Anstarra Silverain: "I like both those things~" She winks and turns, letting her tail flick out and lightly caress his cheek. "Off we go~"
Orrin Halgren nods "We shall." he runs the pike into the sand to wick off some of the ichor, it seems to just stick sand to the blade, but a few more scrapes would do it. He returns to the shade of the tortoise and to a hopefully wowed dancer, but not before eyeing An's sauntering.
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, sure... but it dun mean I hafta like it."
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As the day grows long, the camp finally comes into view, several large pavillion tents set up near an oasis, with the rest of the camp spread out around them. It's moved since Chacha was last here, and grown in size as well.
Orrin Halgren balks a bit at the sight of the settlement, it seems like the flyer was no lie, who was in charge again, was there even a name on the flyer? Orrin stretches out though with a wide smile, job complete, time to collect on the gil that would cover all expenditures he was sure to make.
Chachanji Gegenji was getting a weird feeling as he saw the tents. Like they were familiar somehow. It doesn't really strike him until they're already deep into the camp. "O-oh jeez. 's these guys..."
Anstarra Silverain 's eyes widen a bit as she first takes in the sight of the camp. "Oh wow.. this is a lot bigger than I expected! MULTIPLE pavillions.. there must be a hundred people here..."
Orrin Halgren looks back at Chachanji "These guys?" He asks
Khunbish Avagnar: The camp looks to be mostly one miqo'te tribe, although there's plenty of non-miqo'te, and keepers that are there, in various states of revelry, some having already reveled out and are sleeping it off wherever or with whoever.
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, yeah... i-if'n these'r who I think they is..." He rubs at the back of his neck. "Th-they were stealin' stuff from th' Springs 'n me 'n a couple others came out 'ere ta get 'em ta give it back."
Artoria Aldsan hums softly and strides behind Anstarra to give a small tug to the miqo'te's tail. Â "Well, we've done our job. Â Let's see about getting our pay before joining in, yes?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "They seemed friendly 'nuff, though... so if'n they ain't stealin' stuff 'gain, it should be fine."
Anstarra Silverain 's tail swishes and dances this way and that as she walks along, eyes bright and ears twitching under her hat as she looks from one cluster of debauched partygoers to another, and another..
Orrin Halgren really cannot seem to be able to escape from thieving miqo'te tribes , at least they weren't cannibals. He nods hesitatantly to Chachan before going to join Artoria for payment.
Chachanji Gegenji flusters quietly. "A bit TOO friendly at times, though..." Innocent little guy in a camp of sin.
Anstarra Silverain starts as her tail is tugged. "Huh? Oh! Sure, whatever~"
Chachanji Gegenji pads along behind them, trying to keep his eyes averted from the more... depraved things, if visible.
Aqo Garoqo descends from his palanquin, his foot catching on the bottom rung and he face plants. Â His friends are no help as they just taunt him, "Quitting early! Here have another!" a glass of wine is poured on the lalafell who stands up, dusts himself off and just opens his mouth to catch the dregs as they fall, "Alright! Party time! Oh right" he tosses a bag of gil towards Orrin, "Thanks for the escort! Don't need to be Worm shite!"
Anstarra Silverain looks briefly toward the sack of gil, then claps her hands together. "Lovely.. then..." She takes her hat off and tosses it like a gentle frisbee.. it lands on someone in a cluster of entwined folks, but An's not even paying attention.
Chachanji Gegenji takes his gil and then... proceeds to look really awkward amongst all this carnal revelry.
Anstarra Silverain: "Mrr.. shoulda gone with the red hair..." She runs her fingers through her hair, then shrugs with a smile. "Ah well~" She sets her shoulders back and adjusts her scarf.. then, as an afterthought, unclips the clasp between her breasts, hooking the metal edge in the cloth so it sorta dangles half-open. Then she saunters over toward some wine.
As Aqo and the lalafell frat boys depart with their dancers and aides to join the revelry, there's a disturbance from one of the pavilion entrances as people quickly part ways. A large highlander leaving melting frost in his way storms out. He has archaic paintings upon his chest and face, and a strange girdle that glows with an icy blue. From behind him comes a fiery haired hyur with a left arm covered in smooth almost molten looking metals that exude a glow like a blazing fire from the joint.
Anstarra Silverain doesn't even notice Jotun (?) at first…
Chachanji Gegenji may or may not recognize one of those as Efreeti.
Artoria Aldsan hums softly as she follows An through the party, glancing over at the disrobing Miqo'te. Â "I rather think the white looks good on you, Anstarra." Â She glances up at the sudden entrance of the two elementals, her face going still. Â "Ah... of course they would be here."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, yup... I-I recognize th' red one. Blue one's new, though..."
Anstarra Silverain: "Hmm?" She looks up, glancing around at Artoria's words.. and stills. "Jotun.. then that one..." She looks to the red one in question. "Must be Efreeti."
Orrin Halgren had already gotten a redheaded seeker giving him eyes as he drank with her, she sidled up close and seemed intent on moving closer still when the commotion draws his attention, when he sees the two strange figures, he is reminded of the windy figure lost to the sea of clouds, this made his wine go sour...
"Oh come on Jotun, you're telling me the idea of all of this paradise, this unrivaled jewel of mirth and joy and passion and emotion is pointless." Efreeti even goes so far as to grab a random highlander woman to thrust at Jotun who just shoves her away, nicely enough, "It is worthless, this does not breed strength just weakness." Jotun retorts and sours more at the other elemental.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Y-yeah, I thin' tha' was 'is name."
Anstarra Silverain looks partially frustrated at this distraction from the imminent revels... though... "Hrm." She eyes Jotun, remembering the excitement of the battle... and the fiery male who seems intent on having fun. Then, she steps up, to both of them.
Anstarra Silverain: "Oh, I don't know... unrivaled passion sounds like just my thing. Hello, Jotun~ You're far from your mountain..."
Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his cheek as An engages the two of them.
Orrin Halgren watches quietly, were they like the lordling? Now vessels for these spirits? The woman by his side wanting his attention back, talking about how not to worry, those his focus only gets more sharp as he sees Anstarra just /walk/ up to them.
Jotun crosses his arms and looks down at Anstarra, "You braved my ice and battled well. I remember you." he snorts as he glances at Efreeti who suddenly drapes himself upon Jotun's shoulder to leer and grin at Anstarra, "Oh hello there, you look purrrfect a drop of ice amidst this wave of red and brown!"
Anstarra Silverain grins brightly at the fiery male, tail curling around and up in a seductive little dance. "Well hello to you, too... you say nice things. I think we're going to be... friends." Her eyes gleam.
Artoria Aldsan followed in Anstarra's wake, but stays quiet for the moment, her arms crossed as she watches the two elementals.
Efreeti slides forward to Anstarra and takes her hands in his, "Oh... I've been looking forward to a /'friendship' with a white haired miqo'te/ such as yourself." Jotun just pahs and continues stomping off towards the oasis shore.
Orrin Halgren turns his gaze to Jotun as he passes, as his field of view changes, it falls back on the reveler by his side who still seemed keen on his attention, He gives it, part way, trying so badly to just relax, but the very concept of /more/ of these figures put him at unease, maybe there was a disk on them as well?
Anstarra Silverain laughs, a pleased sound. "Pleasure doesn't mean weakness, Jotun!" she calls out.. which is pretty much the extent of the effort she's going to make here. Her tail curls as she looks up at Efreeti. "Then... perhaps we ought to adjourn to 'purrsue' this newfound friendship..." She leans up, grinning as she brushes her body against his. "Or right here, is good too..."
Chachanji Gegenji feels embarassed FOR An. Even though she likely doesn't feel embarassed at all. Little Chachan instead looks to see where Jotun's going.
Jotun arrives at the edge of the Oasis and pulls out some small wooden poles and begins to carve into them, small for Jotun who was on the massive end for a highlander.
Chachanji Gegenji meanders his way over to Jotun, canting his head as he watches. He doesn't try to disturb the man, just observe quietly as he works.
Efreeti hooks an arm around Anstarra and grins to her as he leads her towards the pavilion, Jotun forgotten for now, "Oh? Well let's retire to my pavilion where I have plenty of drink and music and food and we can see where our friendship goes. Did you know, I'm probably the first Hyur to be a nuhn? I guess they are the tribal leaders or something."
Anstarra Silverain chuckles, though a little shiver runs through her as her new friend speaks of being the Nunh... even she, however, would find it hard to define the emotions tied to it. She definitely wasn't turned off though.. which in and of itself was a little disturbing to her. Oh well. "The Nunh is the breeding male... not always the leader, though often enough.. and the only male in the tribes allowed to father kittens..." She walks close to him, trailing fingers along his chest. A quick glance back as she grins at Artoria, her tail flicking in a little question mark, then between Efreeti and Jotun.
Artoria Aldsan lets out a small sigh and glances at Orrin and Chachanji. Â "I suppose I'll go with Anstarra to make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble. Â Try to not rile them up, Sir Halgren?"
Orrin Halgren nods to Artoria, he takes a pull from the wine "I'll be on my best behavior." he says to her. As Artoria departs the Miqo'te asks him if Artoria was a friend, and commented on how cute she was, before then noticing he was referred to as "Ser" Orrin promptly denies holding any such title.
Inside Efreeti's tent are a bevy of dancers from various races, not just Miqo'te, although by the looks of it, some of them are dancing with the miqo'te, aside from a couple servers and musicians it's mostly women in here.
Anstarra Silverain looks around at all the lovely sights, breathing deep the scents.. sweat, wine.. and sex. Be it past or present, or about to happen. She makes a growling, pleased sound and leans over.. before, on an impulse, giving Efreeti's (presumably) bare chest a little lick. "I like it here.."
Efreeti is full on bare chested, with just loose fitted pants, "Good, you're welcome to stay and enjoy my endless celebration as long as you like!" he flops down on a pile of pillows and pulls a decanter of wine out from within them.
Outside Jotun's carvings almost seem like they are telling some story in sequence as he quietly works, not saying anything to Chacha.
Chachanji Gegenji finally pipes up. "Yer really good at carvin'."
Anstarra Silverain grins, and moves, turning to face away from Efreeti.. before straddling him, sitting smoothly right down in his lap. Making herself comfortable. "I'm a busy woman... but I might be tempted to stay a while..." she purrs, wriggling a bit.
Artoria Aldsan sits nearby the pair, watching, but not particularly joining in with their revelry.
Efreeti grins at Anstarra, "Oh that pleases me." he motions for two cups, a lone male Miqo'te that jingles from the clasps about his wrists and ankles, bound together in a gilded chain approaches. He holds out the platter as far as he can before the cups are taken and he retreats. One of the large scantily clad Roe women suddenly leans over Artoria, grinning to her, "Come dance with us! Haven't seen one of your kind dance here yet!"
Artoria Aldsan shakes her head slightly. Â "No, that's fine. Â I'm not much of a dancer."
A second Miqo'te joins the first to try and coax Orrin into stories of his heroics, after all he looks like some great and mighty hero, or at least like he might have some tall tales.
Anstarra Silverain arches an eyebrow at the other male.. but she herself isn't easy to distract. Though she does grin as the large, busty (because roe) woman tries to drag Artoria into the fun.. "Artoria dancing.. that would be fun~"
Anstarra Silverain sits with her hands between her legs, slightly leaned forward in her 'seat'.
Anstarra Silverain: "How long have you been.. having this party.. Efreeti, was it..?"
Jotun looks up at Chacha, "You are someone who can appreciate worksmanship then? Good. Too few in the world, take for granted the work that goes into making the sword they swing."
Chachanji Gegenji nods. "'m a smith by trade, act'lly. I work wit armor, mostly." He'd strike up some talking shop with Jotun if the large man was willing!
Orrin Halgren seems to be holding his attention with the woman well enough, he gets a name from her, he flirts back, they share a drink, she's surprisingly lucid despite being here before him. Though he occasionally glances to the icy stranger, only drawn out of it by another who seems drawn to him, eyeing the weapon he still had strapped to its back, how it dripped a sticky ichor. Orrin admits to his earlier deed he had accomplished on his way over. Though he does mention how the teeth were knocked out by some a lalafell who happened to be right there! which he points at. Though they seem glued to him instead, wanting to hear more. He takes a swig and recalls the time in La Noscea where he found and fought a dragon alone in a swamp
Anstarra Silverain giggles, tail brushing over the belly of the man she's sitting on.
Artoria Aldsan shrugs slightly and reaches out to snag a drink for herself. Â "I was an escort for the trip here. Â I didn't particularly plan to engage in festivities."
Anstarra Silverain hums a pleased little sound as she reaches out to take a drink, herself... sipping, and grooving to the sound of ambient music, hips wriggling as she teases the male she's sitting on. "Mmm~"
Jotun nods slightly, "Armor is important for most. Fine crafted armor can be the difference between life and death, poorly crafted could be death itself." he examines the whittle, blowing the dust out before continuing, "What caused you to decide to take up hammer instead of blade."
The Roe eyes the drink and sighs, "Yer worse than th' Ishgardians, lot of them came down, stood around awkwardly... one even jumped an' shouted heresy when I slapped him on the ass."
Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his cheek at the question. "Well... I want ta protect people. I tried doin' tha' at first by goin' out there 'n swingin' a sword around 'n tryin' ta be a hero." He unsheaths his hammer and turns it about in his hand. "'n I still will fight if'n I needta ta do tha'... but I figgered tha' 'm better at smithin' than fightin'. 'n I can protect more folks wit a hammer than a sword."
Artoria Aldsan snorts softly, the hint of a smile on her lips. Â "I'm surprised they didn't simply melt under the desert sun. Â What brought a group of Ishgardians down this far?"
Anstarra Silverain giggles at the mental image.. imagining Orrin, then quickly shaking her head.. then V'al, and she shivers, dispelling that even quicker. A host of more normal Ishgardians take their place, fitting the image better. She grins, looking back to Efreeti. "Been partying here long..?"
The Roe shrugs, "Guessing they wanted t' see th' party like everyone else, or thought to join in an' went back to the cold." she chuckles and lounges out, "Myself, only got couple days left then ah have to return to Limsa and report for duty. What about you? Sure you don't want to enjoy this?"
Jotun nods his head slightly, "Heroes die heroic deaths. They die all the same though." he examines his work, "Smiths are good folk, the ones that take pride and care in their work."
Artoria Aldsan hums lightly before finally shaking her head. Â "No. Â Or, not yet, at least. Â I'd like to simply relax for a bit."
Efreeti grins brightly at Anstarra, relaxing a bit into the pillows, "At this oasis, a few months, the boring parts are where we have to pick up the party and move it, and be responsible so we have food and drink."
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I want ta prevent deaths if'n I can..." Chachan admits, sliding the hammer back into place. "'n I think tha's what drives me ta keep improvin', y'know? Both on me family's pride as smiths... 'n ta make sure tha' someone walks 'way from somethin' they might not'a if'n they weren't wearin' me armor."
A stern faced miqo'te soon steps up in front of Orrin and narrows his eyes at him in consideration.
Orrin Halgren is about at the part where he heroically dived into the swamp water to duck beneath the dragon's breath, coming up from underneath to stick it in the belly with the very same weapon he carried on his person. One of the women leaned forward to look at the weapon, her inebriation makes her fail to keep her cup upright when she does, spilling some of the wine upon his shirt. Who would then quickly go to try and pat it clean, it turned more into  a rubbing, if it was a mistake, 'Kala had turned> it into an opportunity of some sort.
Anstarra Silverain: "Mmmh... a few moons here.. a few moons there..." She takes a deep drink from her wine, and purrs. Then, she leans forward, lifting her tail (and probably displaying her hindquarters to Efreeti) as she gives Artoria a poke on the knee. "You should have fun... relax a little and enjoy yourself. I plan to..."
Artoria Aldsan frowns slightly and glances away as An pokes her. Â "I'm fine, Anstarra." Â She glances around and mutters quietly, "Too many people here, really."
The Roe grins to Artoria, "Then we could always retire to one of the smaller tents, less people, might even find one tha's empty."
Anstarra Silverain smiles in commiseration, though her eyes are bright. This place's ambience is really strong upon her... "Gotta enjoy bright moments when you can.. aah.." She settles herself back down on Efreeti, making a deep, pleased sound as she downs her drink…
Efreeti downs his own cup of wine and grins at Anstarra, "You are quite the lady." he smirks at her, "Yes moons here and there..."
Artoria Aldsan glances back to the Roe, blinking for a moment as she realizes the invitation for what it probably was. Â Some pink invades her cheeks and she glances at An. Â "Ah, I don't want to leave my friend here..."
Orrin Halgren currently pays no mind to the sterner man, at least, it was a gaze he mistook for something he got often when he got..popular, especially with the way Kala dragged her hand over his wine-stained shirt
Anstarra Silverain smirks, making a pleased sound, her eyes hooded. "Don't worry about me... wine, song, and good company... I'll be just fine...."
The man cleared his throat, "Kala, Shala. Go, I have business with this man." the voice was certainly authoritative before he looked back at Orrin, "If your stories are true, you're a powerful warrior then. Is that correct?"
Jotun nods his head slightly, "Good, the world needs more like you then little one." he sets the pole down, "Instead of more like that infernal reveler."
Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his cheek. "W-well, I mean. Ev'ryone has thin's they enjoy, y'know? I like makin' friends too..." He glances back at the camp. "I-I might not want ta... y-y'know... wit 'em... but I do like goin' ta festivals 'n hangin' out wit me friends." He looks back to Jotun. "It helps remind me'a what 'm tryin' ta protect. Tha' happiness, y'know?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "'n... ta be fair... I'd rather folks do... tha' sorta stuff 'n enjoy themselves than go at each other wit swords 'n axes."
Orrin Halgren was actually starting to enjoy himself, it looked like Shala was about to "help" when they are shooed off by the Male. He pulls from his drink "But a soldier." he says gruffly "Currently trying to forget that" he downs the rest and then scoops his cup back into whatever punch-bowl-like wine dispenser there was to refill it.
The miqo'te grunts and waves the girls back, "Fine, will find another to help." and he makes his way off towards Jotun and Chacha as Kala and Shala return, picking up where they left off happily.
Orrin Halgren watches as the male departs, probably with the plot for the event, but Shala turns his face by the cheek to hers with a guiding hand.
Anstarra Silverain beckons for another glass of wine.. she seems intent on forgetting the problems of her life, herself. She drinks it rather swiftly, and sways her body to the music playing in the tent.. the sounds coming from her almost erotic as she loses herself in the ambience…
The chained male arrives when beckoned for more wine.
Jotun glances up at the Male miqo'te who approaches, "You asked the wrong person to rid you of Efreeti. I will not raise hand against a brother unless necessary or forced." he continues his whittling, focusing on it again, "Or challenged, and he does not challenge me so there is no fight." The Miqo'te glances down at Chachanji, "You wouldn't be willing to help us get rid of Efreeti then Lalafell?"
Chachanji Gegenji blinks up at the Miqo'te. "H-huh? Get rid'a 'im? Ev'ryone seems ta be enjoyin' themselves over there..."
Artoria Aldsan eyes Anstarra for a long moment before letting out an exasperated sigh. Â She shifts a few cushions around and leans back. Â "Let's... just stay here for now."
The Miqo'te crouches down, "The tribe fears him, the rest are leeches eating and drinking everything we can get our hands on."
The Roegadyn woman sighs and shrugs, then is dragged back out to dance almost feverishly by some of the miqo'te
Anstarra Silverain laughs throatily, and leans back, reaching up to wrap her arms - or at least her wrists - around Efreeti's neck as she grooves and lap-dances to the music...
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well... I-I mean..." He scratches at his head. "If'n I did fight 'im 'n win... w-wouldn't tha' make ME th' Nunh?" He shakes his head. "I-I dun think 'm good fer somethin' like tha'. I-I have a girlfriend, y'know? 's-sides... w-wouldn't it be better if'n one'a yer own beat 'im? Then th' tribe would be yers again."
The Miqo'te looks at Chachanji like he was simple, "No, because you're not a miqo'te, the only reason he is nuhn is because none of us are any match for him. I don't care how you get rid of him, convince him to go someplace else, take up some other groups place for his party!"
Chachanji Gegenji IS kind of simple. "Wait, then how 'is 'e Nuhn if'n ya hafta be Miqo'te ta be one? Wouldn'ta tha' be reason 'nuff ta not hafta listen ta 'im?"
Anstarra's lap dancing is having quite the distraction on Efreeti.
"Because he demanded we follow and after burning off the... parts for the old Nuhn, and searing the faces of several of our best warriors with just a touch when we attacked him. Clearly we are out matched."
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I-I 'unno what -I- could do, then..." he admits sheepishly. "'m a smith more than a fighter. If'n 'e can do all tha', I dunno if'n I could do anythin'."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Why dun ya ask tha' Ms. Anstarra lady? She seems ta be in good wit 'im."
The Miqo'te growls and stands up, "The white haired one? She's clearly too busy." he snorts, "Fine I'll try if you can't help." and the miqo'te makes for the pavilion tent.
Chachanji Gegenji: "'m sorry... I hope ya guys figger it out, though..."
Chachanji Gegenji sighs quietly, rubbing at the back of his neck.
Orrin Halgren can't help but notice the same male stamping past him, frustrated and growling, he looks to the two fawning over him "What's his problem?"
Anstarra Silverain is busy enjoying her lap dance and drinking…
Q'kala glances and bites her lip a moment, looking serious before sighing, "He wants things to go back to the way they were." she turns back to Orrin and grins, "Worries too much right?"
Orrin Halgren narrows his gaze, a hand coming to her side, he admittedly had been rather hands off, but it would be now that he could guage whether she'd tremble or push against in earnest "Before that man with the arm? Would you want that?"
The Miqo'te male calms himself down and then puts on a smile as he steps into the pavilion and almost immediately zeroes in on Artoria, she isn't having fun and indulging after all! He approaches and seats himself down next to her.
Q'Kala was quiet for a bit, "Become better with throwing knives for hunting." she hesitates as she glances around and Q'shala looks away as if she didn't hear anything and wasn't paying attention.
Artoria Aldsan starts a bit as the man sits next to her and straightens out. Â She hadn't been indulging, but the atmosphere still lent itself towards a sort of sort of lazy watchfulness of her surroundings. Â "Ah, hello there?"
He glances about and says in quiet tones, "You're not having fun like the rest." it was more statement then question.
Anstarra Silverain herself is too distracted at this point. Her clothes have come open in the front, and wine stains the brilliant white fabric.. a crime against economics, do you KNOW how expensive Pure White Dye is?! But she doesn't seem to care. She's purring.. leaning up, and kissing Efreeti most distractingly.
Orrin Halgren blinks at the seeming non sequiter "Kala, as much I'd like to believe you want to do this.." he pushes her away gently "You rather want what he wants." he says pointedly
Efreeti doesn't even notice the male that entered, he's busy with his new toy er miqo'toy Anstarra.
Artoria Aldsan tilts her head slightly. Â "It's a bit... busy for my tastes. Â Is there a problem?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "I... try ta, yeah," Chachan said with a nod. "'s jus'... like I said... I ain't much fer fightin'. I'd rather not fight if'n it can be avoided. So... i-if'n 'e can be talked inta leavin'... tha' might be fer th' best, y'know?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "'n... givin' all tha's goin' on... I'd figger someone like Ms. Anstarra might be able ta do it. She has 'is attention already, after all."
Q'kala clams up and takes a breath, smiling sweetly before she tries to renew her seduction of Orrin. The rapport lost on her.
Jotun nods his head a bit, "And are you protecting then by sitting here with me?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, I mean... 'm not hurtin' anythin' by bein' 'ere, am I?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "If'n I'm botherin' ya, I can leave."
The Male raises an eyebrow, "Not at all this place has become far to busy for the whole Q' tribe, except the nuhn."
Jotun glances at Chacha, "Have things ever been hurt by inaction? You are hurting me none by being here however."
Artoria Aldsan raises an eyebrow curiously and jerks her chin slightly to urge the miqo'te to continue. "Yes, I imagine an eternal party would get tiresome after some time. Â Is there something you wished to speak with me about?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well sure but... I dun think I could do much ta help... I was able ta help protect th' group tha' came 'ere..." He rubs at the back of his neck, looking up at the sky. "But... I 'unno if'n me doin' somethin' 'ere might jus' make thin's worse too. I dun think I could fight th' guy ta help th' Tribe. 'n... I ain't really good at th' smart-talkin', so I dun think I could convince 'im."
"If you could come up with some way to...remove Efreeti, so the tribe can return to how it was before, instead of being bled dry for, no offense, a lot of party drunk dead weights that are slowly killing us... We'd be most appreciative."
Artoria Aldsan: "Why come to me? Â I'm not exactly a member of your tribe."
He motions towards the chained miqo'te, "He's still our strongest warrior, our original Nuhn, he's a eunuch by flames now, the rest of our best fighters are dead, or to damaged, we've been proven to be no match for him."
Orrin Halgren let's her push back against him for a half second, there were two after all. He then tries to push them off "Fine, if you will not speak, then I guess I need to find the man.." By the fury, it must be sunny in coerthas right now as Orrin walks away from the two of them towards the tent.
Artoria Aldsan taps at her jaw for a moment, before stretching out to stand up. Â "I hope you do not mind if I ask a few others in your tribe before taking any action. Â It is not that I disbelieve you, but at the same time, it is possible that you are a singular malcontent, yes?"
"Just be discreet about it." is all he says before standing and smiling best as he can before he starts towards the exit.
Anstarra Silverain notices Artoria getting up... but only enough to grin at her, and wriggle her body enticingly from where she's.. enjoying herself. What -might- once have been a lapdance has progressed to its logical conclusion.. more than once, already.. and subtlety has left the building.
Efreeti is definitely to focused on what is going on with Anstarra to notice or care about the comings and goings of the rest of the pavillion. Shown by much of the dancing miqo'te from the tribe itself suddenly relaxing and dancing with far less energy.
Artoria Aldsan snorts softly and motions at Anstarra to stay and enjoy herself. Â She'll be back in a bit to pick up the white haired miqo'te.
Orrin Halgren heads towards the tent and sees Artoria exiting it with what seemed with purpose "Where are you..?"
Artoria Aldsan: "Just to ask a few questions, Orrin. Â Don't mind me."
Jotun glances at Chacha, "Go find yourself rest or such, I shall be here long into the night working on this."
Orrin Halgren: "...what sort?" he looks over her shoulder "About the Nunh?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, yeah. I'll probably be headin' off pretty soon." He motions to Jotun's work. "I'd like ta see what tha' all looks like once yer done, if'n ya'd let me."
Artoria Aldsan nods slightly without saying anything in response.
Jotun pulls a finished pole out and sets it down, the carved story spirals all the way around it, tier by tier.
Chachanji Gegenji 's eyes widen and he takes a closer look with an appreciative eye.
It tells a simple story of a man bending knee to some army with giant armors and then fighting against people who have almost nothing.
Orrin Halgren looks back over his own now and speaks in a "lowered" voice "I ran into two Miqo'te girls" he quickly puts  hand up to shush Artoria before she assumed it was some sort of party story "They seemed...scared, like if everyone wasn't partying, they'd be in trouble."
Chachanji Gegenji cants his head as he tries to understand the story and who each of these players in it might be.
Artoria Aldsan frowns slightly and runs her fingers through her hair. Â "Why are 'Nunhs' always so much trouble?"
Chachanji Gegenji nods as he thinks he gets it. Maybe. He isn't quite sure. Something involving the Allagan? He looks back to Jotun. "Is yer next one a continuation'a thi' one? Or a diff'rent story?"
Orrin Halgren sighs back "I just wanted to forget about those sort of Nuhns...I've should have just said hello to U'ala back at the forgotten spring..." he looks to her "What spurred your investigation? Some cantankerous looking tia?"
"Continuation." Jotun states to Chachanji, "Am writing out history."
Artoria Aldsan: "Indeed. Â He seems to think the tribe as a whole is malcontent with this current nunh... but not strong enough to oust him themselves."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Oooh. Tha's pretty important ta write down, then. Or... carve... down," he nods, though he was quietly impressed. Was Jotun and Efreeti from the Allagan times? They must be super old!
Jotun nods his head, "It is important, the histories of everyone I take over must be written down so it is not lost with the body."
Chachanji Gegenji blinks at that. "Th'... body?"
Orrin Halgren promptly chucks the chalice over his shoulder, it lands on the ground, the contents pouring into the sand. "Can't bloody escape it..." He has half a mind to draw his weapon and then he hears a noise "She's...fucking him isn't she?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Oh! When ya die. Tha' makes sense." He nods.
Chachanji Gegenji also has a sudden feeling he should be blushing pretty hard right now.
Artoria Aldsan: "Calm down, Orrin. Â Let's make sure that it's not just one or two malcontents in the tribe first. Â After that, we can plan a course of action."
Orrin Halgren clenches his hand into a fist "How long must we wait and see?"
Artoria Aldsan: "Not long, I imagine. Â I think... they have to disperse the party in order to move every so often. Â That would likely be the best time to attack him. Â When there is no one else around but the tribe that wants him gone anyways."
Orrin Halgren looks about "Aye...I guess we'd have to wait til lthen, last thing I need is to be dogpiled by some pirate Roegaedyn whilst trying to fight him..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, I'd def'nitely like ta see th' next part once yer done wit it."
Artoria Aldsan: "Not overly long. Â They'll be moving once they exhaust their food and drink. Â In the meantime... let's make sure what we suspect is true, yes?"
Orrin Halgren nods "Prudent thinking..." he just shakes his head as the sounds echo out from the tent. "My sort of information gathering borders on...inquisitorial, you think you have a softer hand for it?"
Jotun nods his head slightly, "I will show you when done."
Artoria Aldsan: "I doubt it. Â Just make a show of enjoying the party. Â Get a few of the ladies to open up to you, Orrin."
Chachanji Gegenji smiles at the ice-aspected Highlander. "'m lookin' forward ta it."
Orrin Halgren coughs a bit "Your choice of words, Artoria, from what I experienced there seems to be things they'd rather open up than tell the truth..
§{Khunbish Adarkim}§