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Levantin wrote:F*mboys are haram indeed.

Discussion over, thank you very much.

Pakitsk wrote:

Martis, taking a guess as to why Letwin has suddenly become very secretive, concludes that the pious men of Clan Árētsk would take a dim view of a foreign prayer in their midst, so he raises his voice so that they cannot hear his friend. "Forgive me, Ataman, but is it not said that though Ademar's saber was broken, He wielded it anyway? It is explicit in the story I am familiar with." As desired, the question draws the Ataman's attention entirely to Martis. In answer, the man confers with his wife, and after a few moments of heated debate Iáltós returns to Martis, a legitimate curiosity in his eyes.

"The way we have heard it told does not say what Holy Ademar did with His saber after it was snapped, only that He threw Himself into the ritual. Thou wilt forgive my own questions, I hope. Does thy tale say how He wielded it, or to what degree it was broken?" Martis thinks for a moment, drawing on his recollection of the last time he heard the story while he was in Võlatsk. "The saber was broken only up to halfway along its length, I think. Enough was left that He could use it to slay abominations until it was reforged." Something seems to click in Iáltós's memory, probably one of those stories between this one and when the blade was reforged where mention of it is made, and he nods. Martis goes on. "The Temple's version also states explicitly that Ademar was very efficient in His movements; one blow here, another there, and so on with the purpose that each blow should be fatal. The message is that even if one's weapon is apparently rendered useless, careful application will still yield some benefit."

Iáltós is fully nodding now, evidently recalling the frequent occasions on which that lesson was drilled into him. "I thank thee, priest. We will be sure to remember the moral in our future tellings." With that, and Letwin evidently done with his prayer, Martis urges the Ataman to continue the story, and he does.

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There is no longer any trace of composure in Vorgas's face, only rage. With an open snarl he turns to face the bandit chief, whose previous expression of sheepish relief is swiftly replaced by one of terror, clouding the handsome features of his face as Vorgas lunges with his blade outstretched. A single slice separates the head from its neck, falling to the ground to be followed by two bodies spurting blood. Screams from the crowd of slaves now behind him fail to capture his attention, as the remaining surrendered bandits throw down their helmets and run for their lives. One poor soul is too slow to untangle himself from the headgear, hands trembling too much to remove the leather cap, and he is run through by Vorgas's steel.

As the unfortunate body slumps to the ground, the hate-filled eyes rise to track the fleeing figures. The revolver barks four times, and four would-be escapees fall heavily onto the earth. A fifth would be next, but the handgun stubbornly clicks to remind its owner that its ammunition has been spent, and Vorgas holsters it before breaking into a run. The chase through the camp sees the number of men fleeing drop again to three, then to two, as they succumb to exhaustion or are tripped up by something left on the ground between tents. Finally, the remaining refugees are able to escape, leaping onto their horses and dashing off before Vorgas can catch up to them, and he spends a considerable time cursing loudly at them before calming.

Vorgas returns to the slave quarter of the camp, finding the captives shrinking away from him with a mixture of terror and hope in their eyes. Sabre at his side, he marches through the considerable gap made for him, until his face softens as his eyes alight on his goal. He throws his sword on the ground and opens his arms, welcoming his love. As they embrace, Vorgas takes the opportunity to look in her eyes and ask her the question that's been burning since he first dashed off from the Árētsk camp. "How did this happen? Did they come upon you as you tended the flock?" The wavering tone of his voice reassures her that his fit of violence is over, and she relaxes, although not quite to the degree that he does.

"I could not stop myself from thinking of your words. You said Ãdàmrìtsk called you to His service, and as I thought it over, I slowly became aware that another voice was mixed with yours. Perhaps it was the voice of Holy Ãdàmrìtsk, I do not know; but the voice came into my thoughts, and told me that you should not be permitted to undertake your calling alone." She bows her head and chuckles, a mirthless reflex born more out of stress and the absurdity of the situation than any humor. "I took it upon myself to travel to Võlatsk ahead of you, and learn what I could to aid you. Oh, do not worry; my mother agreed when I told her of my determination, and even now watches our flock. Tómets and Màrìn are helping her, since it is time they learned how."

Vorgas takes it in his turn to laugh, a legitimate expression of happiness that seems completely at odds with the stony warrior who came to the camp and the rage-fueled terror that he became. When his Máni raises her eyes again to his face, it is a soft and tranquil view, with nothing but him in his eyes. They embrace again, and return together to the front of the crowd, where Vorgas raises his voice above the dull roar. "Brothers and sisters under the eternal sky! You have been wronged, but now that wrong is redressed; you are all free to go where you will! I return now to the camp of Clan Árētsk. Those who wish it may follow me, but I lay you under no obligation. Go now, and be free of any dominion!"

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"Before any of the abominable beasts could react, Ademar was among them, dealing death to the dancers with every strike. As He fought His way to the high rock, the desperation of the lūpánts grew ever greater, and they threw themselves at Him in hate; but now there was also fear in their evil eyes, and some fled from His face. These were trampled or torn apart by those which still held their courage, and which continued to lash out with claw and axe at Ademar. The howling grew in strength, and melted into the snarls of the lūpánts, so that they seemed one and the same baleful noise; and the red clouds began to rain, and the great flame at the center of the dance licked higher, until it seemed to reach the very sky itself." The ancient storyteller's voice is back, and in greater force than ever.

"But none could touch Ademar, and they fell around Him until the ground was covered in their bodies, bursting into flames as the malevolent souls left them. Even so, none of the trees at the clearing's edge caught fire, and Ademar was able to cut a path to the high rock; as He leapt up onto it, He threw down a potion that barred the way, so that He could not be followed, and turned to face the Lūpánt-King. Sàkūn turned away from his sacrifice, and laughed as he saw Ademar standing before him. 'Go,' he growled in the spirits' tongue that none now can speak, 'little thing, go and die alongside your mewling people. I hear their cries of anguish and horror, and they know that nothing will save them. So go, and live your little life in terror.' In anger, Ademar took hold of Sàkūn's arm and ripped it off at the shoulder, throwing it into the bonfire below the rock, and it disappeared into the flames."

"Ademar said to the Burning Wolf, 'I am no little thing, born in terror only to die cowering. I am Ademar of the Sky Above, whose Name would strike the sun and moon from their places if I wished it; I am Ademar of the Land Below, whose Will would break the very earth you come from and the rock you hide in if I wished it. I am Ademar, the Vûlakis Õmnàtskì and the Justice, and you are nothing but an abomination.' Sàkūn growled, and lunged at Ademar with his axe, but He again caught the beast by the arm, and tore it from its place. In fear the abomination turned, and desperately bore down upon the rock altar and the being upon it; the man's heart was torn out by Sàkūn's fangs, and consumed.

But Ademar did not permit Sàkūn to complete his ritual, and dispelled him with a great roar and a flash of blinding light. Every one of the lūpánts was gone, and the wolves that remained in the clearing fled into the woods, the malign intelligence gone and replaced with animal instinct. The clouds no longer obscured the heavens, and the moon shone through in the night sky, strong and full. The flames were gone, and all that remained of the dance were the rocky altar and the Pakotskì chained to the pillars found themselves freed from their bondage. Ademar descended, and made Himself known to them; and they bowed before him. Thus did Ademar save the Pakotskì from the lūpánts, and earned our eternal gratitude and worship." Iáltós takes a deep breath. Martis bows his head, and leads the Pakotskì present in a prayer of thanks for Ademar's protection.

OOC: I meant in the sense that once they get back to the Grand Ataman, he should be able to return to Geiriskali without too much incident.

Letwin takes on a calmer disposition immediately upon his prayer's conclusion, but it's not true unconcern and he doesn't really breathe again until . . . well, not that anyone within this tent would know it, but until Vorgas (and all the terrifying power within Vorgas) comes down from that killing rage. Something is out there. Something very, very bad is out there and it's baffling how no one else seems to hear its snarls.

But then the menace vanishes without a trace, and he's left wondering if anything in the past several minutes has happened at all. Disoriented, the scholar consults his notes, and he finds . . . many questions. He adds to the notes at double-time throughout the rest of the Ataman's story, trying to capture enough details to make up for his own momentary lapse. By the time Iáltós' tale winds down for the final time, these details have made even more questions (an entire page just for questions, now). The most pressing of said questions, naturally, is --

. . . actually no, the most pressing question is "Pardon me, Ataman Iáltós, may I ask you a few questions? There are some elements of your tale that are . . . confusing, to my foreign ears."

Pakitsk and Shavara

Estande wrote:NMR Lourenço da Sola v. NMR Francisco da Rapa

As the NMR Francisco da Rapa was patrolling the northeastern entrance to the Aikos archipelago, it was unexpectedly hit by 54-calibre shells on its starboard. Those shots came from a destroyer, and strangely from an allied ship. Unlike the other ships in the Aikos, the frigate was not informed of the renegade crew of the Lourenço da Sola, thus its captain assumed that it was an accident and quickly radioed to the 'captain' of the destroyer to stand down. However, to their horror, the warship kept on firing their guns, quickly riddling the hull with holes after being fired at by six consecutive shots. Seamen rushed to repair the holes made by the shelling, while the captain of the Francisco da Rapa made a hesitant decision and fired back. The Francisco da Rapa fired four T-21 fire-and-forget anti-ship missiles at the Lourenço da Sola, two of which were dispatched by the SDR defence systems. The Lourenço da Sola had a cautious and incompetent command but had the advantage of firepower, thus, the high-ranking rebel on the ship, a Capitão de Mar e Guerra, ordered that all weaponry be aimed at the frigate and to focus on the weaker parts of the warship. T-21s and shells were exchanged at both ships, however, the Francisco da Rapa was losing and fast.

The starboard was taking too much punishment and if exposed to the shelling further, would sink it indefinitely. Thus, the crew of the frigate turned desperate and tried to turn to its port side. During the turnover, the Francisco da Rapa used its high-rate of fire gun to repeatedly smash the port side of the Lourenço da Sola to make it break. The Lourenço da Sola on the other hand continued firing T-21 missiles which were intercepted by Mk.21 anti-missile systems, but some managed to hit the frigate. The Francisco da Rapa was sinking, what the communist insurgents Lourenço da Sola had wanted. The Lourenço da Sola moved quickly to the damaged frigate which finally turned to its port side. A stray T-21 hit the bridge of the Francisco da Rapa which caused considerable damage to the command structure, incapacitating the captain and some of his crew, which left the lieutenants to challenge the destroyer by themselves. The Francisco da Rapa had sunk, and to make it even worse, the shelling of the port side had penetrated into the engine room, causing smokes to come out and eventually, fires. But before they could submerge, a helicopter carrier and two other corvettes were called to rescue them. As the Francisco da Rapa sunk faster with each shot, the call to abandon ship was finally made. With significant but repairable damage, the Lourenço da Sola quickly left the scene.

Thankfully, most of the crew of the frigate managed to make it out alive with the lifeboats they brought with them. However, a small few either perished from the combat or by drowning. Most of the bodies were taken with the ship to the depths of the sea.

Shavara

With news reporting the NMR Lourenço da Sola destroying NMR Francisco da Rapa, an order was finally issued by the Sierran federal government for a combined task force to intervene in the whole situation. With coordinates sent from an Estander high-altitude aircraft from Nova Goa, the task force were to be sent to areas surrounding the Sola warship, possibly between the southern Sicilian island archipelago and the Estander Valencia islands.

This combined, and temporary task force is to be named Fuerza de Tarea "Arcángel" (Task Force "Archangel"), consisting of a small fleet being two frigates, one destroyer named 'BSS Fernando del Mar' and one aircraft carrier named 'BSS Duque' with an air squadron. The destroyer has marines, ready to board if their mission to disable NMR Lourenço da Sola ever succeeds. Thus, they shall commence the mission 'Operación: Apicultura' (Operation: Beekeeping) while heading over there.

Brethren wrote:Letwin takes on a calmer disposition immediately upon his prayer's conclusion, but it's not true unconcern and he doesn't really breathe again until . . . well, not that anyone within this tent would know it, but until Vorgas (and all the terrifying power within Vorgas) comes down from that killing rage. Something is out there. Something very, very bad is out there and it's baffling how no one else seems to hear its snarls.

But then the menace vanishes without a trace, and he's left wondering if anything in the past several minutes has happened at all. Disoriented, the scholar consults his notes, and he finds . . . many questions. He adds to the notes at double-time throughout the rest of the Ataman's story, trying to capture enough details to make up for his own momentary lapse. By the time Iáltós' tale winds down for the final time, these details have made even more questions (an entire page just for questions, now). The most pressing of said questions, naturally, is --

. . . actually no, the most pressing question is "Pardon me, Ataman Iáltós, may I ask you a few questions? There are some elements of your tale that are . . . confusing, to my foreign ears."

"Of course. I would be surprised indeed if thou had not found something in it that thou didst not understand; I've no doubt that few foreigners could comprehend it at all. What, in particular, did you have questions about?" Martis starts for a second, then scrambles to open his notebook and be ready. Even if the story itself is the same, there could be a few misinterpretations that he might have to correct or report to the Temple, and Letwin has just handed him a perfect opportunity to deal with that concern without seeming too suspicious himself.

Shavara and Brethren

Royabad wrote:Yep! Side note though, when people are greeted like that, they respond by saying, “Wa alaykumu s-salam”.

The chauffeur nods. “As soon as we’re allowed to go, we’ll go.”

Rumbles and slams can be heard from the back as workers either load the entourage’s luggage into the trunks of the vehicles or tie them atop the taxis. Vendors can be heard crying out their products to the crowd.

The same officer pops in and says, “Er, pardon me for asking sir but, mind if one of your guards stays by you in here?”

Oh I see. ( o.o)

- "I don't really mind, thank you very much." -

*boop*

Peatiktist, Shavara, and Royabad

Slagenseter forn

Regatunii wrote:*boop*

no

by Slagenseter forn

Read factbook

Shavara and Regatunii

Slagenseter forn wrote:

no

by Slagenseter forn

Read factbook

Well. It seems like I won’t be doing that anymore.

Shavara

Slagenseter forn

Regatunii wrote:Well. It seems like I won’t be doing that anymore.

"The bomb has been defused!"

Shavara and Regatunii

Regatunii wrote:Well. It seems like I won’t be doing that anymore.

0_0
*Points gun*
You have vampires?!
Name Every blood type

Kampf Empire, Shavara, and Regatunii

Of Centralist Brexit wrote:0_0
*Points gun*
You have vampires?!
Name Every blood type

Hepatitis C

I just show up, and the first and last posts that I saw on this page specifically gave me separate forms of whiplash, what the f*ck happened when I was gone?

And nobody actually answer that because I know I'm gonna hate the answer.

Pakitsk and Shavara

Kampf Empire wrote:I just show up, and the first and last posts that I saw on this page specifically gave me separate forms of whiplash, what the f*ck happened when I was gone?

And nobody actually answer that because I know I'm gonna hate the answer.

Same thing, I was in work and when I got here, didn't bother to scroll up. Let me read again.

Kampf Empire wrote:I just show up, and the first and last posts that I saw on this page specifically gave me separate forms of whiplash, what the f*ck happened when I was gone?

And nobody actually answer that because I know I'm gonna hate the answer.

guten tag

Zidium wrote:guten tag

After my German class today, I feel tempted to beat you with a shoe.

Kampf Empire wrote:After my German class today, I feel tempted to beat you with a shoe.

https://youtu.be/evx03InA36Y

Pakitsk wrote:"Of course. I would be surprised indeed if thou had not found something in it that thou didst not understand; I've no doubt that few foreigners could comprehend it at all. What, in particular, did you have questions about?" Martis starts for a second, then scrambles to open his notebook and be ready. Even if the story itself is the same, there could be a few misinterpretations that he might have to correct or report to the Temple, and Letwin has just handed him a perfect opportunity to deal with that concern without seeming too suspicious himself.

"Well, several things, but first --" not that first, you idiot, that'll kill your chances of answering anything else -- ". . . um, the wolf king. Sàkūn, I think you said? I would like to know more about his role and his eventual fate. Was he himself the power that had transformed the natural wolves, or simply a servant of it? And when he was 'dispelled,' was that his death, or did he return after some time spent in a weakened and scattered state? -And the purpose of their ritual, has that been speculated on?"

Pakitsk and Shavara

Brethren wrote:"Well, several things, but first --" not that first, you idiot, that'll kill your chances of answering anything else -- ". . . um, the wolf king. Sàkūn, I think you said? I would like to know more about his role and his eventual fate. Was he himself the power that had transformed the natural wolves, or simply a servant of it? And when he was 'dispelled,' was that his death, or did he return after some time spent in a weakened and scattered state? -And the purpose of their ritual, has that been speculated on?"

breth
what be rp about? ( o.o)

Shavara wrote:breth
what be rp about? ( o.o)

shavve

Letwin be doing an information-gather for the Holy Throne (o.o )

Pakitsk and Shavara

Brethren wrote:shavve

Letwin be doing an information-gather for the Holy Throne (o.o )

( o.o) the shav sees

very interest

... want to talk ic stuffz?

Shavara wrote:( o.o) the shav sees

very interest

... want to talk ic stuffz?

tbh I was gonna go read old arpee until Paki responded lol

Shavara

this schools’s phone policy is remarkably lax

also finding some music on yt when i thought it wasn’t there has been the highlight of my day

Kampf Empire wrote:After my German class today, I feel tempted to beat you with a shoe.

O.O
trust me, you havent faced Arabic

Brethren wrote:tbh I was gonna go read old arpee until Paki responded lol

( o.o)
i see

... do u liek reading old arpee of us as wel?

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