A Silent Arrival (open)

[Banir Ironwood]

Summer 1st, 512AV
Morning

As his iron clad boots paused upon the deep brown earth he needed a moment to look around. The Base Camp was sending conflicting emotions through the young man that stood gazing at the people and the structures made in such short time. Unsure of himself he shifted weight, adorned in his dirty green coat, hood drawn, and a scarf hiding what remained of his face. Iron guards sat upon his shoulders, secured by leather that entrenched upon him. His right arm was well covered in the grey metal, the fingers adorning a sharpened claw. As this bulk of metal and muscle stood at the entrance to the camp, he was finding it difficult to take that step inside. Though imposing and with a brutish look about him, the man that was Banir Ironwood was timid.

Shy, uncertain, nervous, and gentle, this is what best summarizes the large half breed. The red eyes stained with black, deep blues, and a tinge of emerald green. Emotions conflicting as he felt the first foot fall towards the camp. He had come here to earn money and assist the good people of the Spires. After leaving his friends in Avanthal, the only few friends he had ever had. Standing outside and doing nothing was not an option. He had come this far and by the gods he would go as far as he was needed to.

However as he found he had no idea where to go or what was going on. A prayer was offered quickly to Izurdin for the strength to find his way. Strength something he needed more of, and though he never received any acknowledgement for his prayers. It was at the least a comfort, a little assurance that he could always gain more strength. Every once in a while, when facing something new, or something he didn't know. A little more strength never hurt. Especially now, since he was just turning round and round. No idea as to where he could go, or who he should see involving the job he had come for.

[Falix]

A tiny creature began to uncurl itself having been sleeping inside of the arm guard that the man known as Banir Ironwood wore. It was one of the best places to hide and sleep when she wished and it was also one of the safest places when the man fought or went berserk. Peeking out her tiny clay head the small Pycon looked around at their surroundings.

She had slept for most of their journey to the Spires having tired herself out with the events she had seen in Avanthal. She thought back to the wintery wonderland before climbing out from under the man's shoulder guard. She stood on his shoulder with practiced ease as she stretched out her body to it's full 7 inch weight. The tiny wings on her back spread out before she settled back down onto the man's shoulder, her legs hanging down by his collar bone. The tiny creature wore a spaghetti strap top with a short skirt, both of which were made from the clay of her own body.

She looked up at Banir and seeing how tense he was she looked out into the camp site that Banir was staring at, before looking back up at him.

She wanted to encourage her friend to continue on, as it seemed he needed that boost. The little Pycon looked back at the camp and wondered what it was about the camp that had frozen the large male in his tracks. was it an old memory? "Um...Banir? ..Aren't you going to go inside? we've come all this way to stop now. Do't forget I'm here with you, okay?"

Was it something from his past that was painful? These thoughts whirled in her head as she gave him a pat on his cheek through the hood of his dirty green coat. "It's okay Banir, we're a team right?"

[Ana Sol Starris]

(>.> I've got permission to pop in quickly then out just as fast.) "Petch, petch, petch" Ana muttered to herself as she hurried about, once again having fallen asleep completely at the wrong time, just as soon as the light rays had come up. The dark circles growing ever worse under her eyes from lack of true sleep, she wasn't sure how much longer she could take of this "the time I do sleep, its in the bloody morning when I should be awake, gods petchin'" she muttered darkly as she emerged from the Crimson longhouse whilst tieing her hair up into a pony tie. What worse way to tick off a leader than by being late? "Zandelias not gonna be happy," still she continued to talk to herself as if someone was really there, when there was actually in reality nothing at all besides her silly, sleep deprived mind. Since the woman had arrived in the Spires, it had been the same thing, day in, day out, night in, night out, sunrise, sunset, bells upon bells, dozens and triple dozens of them wasted in the night trying to catch some much needed shut eye. The lack of sleep was starting to play with her mind, shadows formulated at the edge of her vision when they shouldn't have been there, everything, and really, it seemed to be anything that the light touched became elaborately outlined with colorful lines. The hallucinations were just the beginning, but it didn't matter, she had to meet up with Zandelia to catch some residents, the very reason the Crimson Edge had came here. It didn't take her long to notice the big guy just standing there, cloak and scarf hiding his face like a bandit! For petch sake! Ana thought to herself grudgingly as she seemed to march up to him with a sway to her step "oy! Big guy, you look like you're new here" she quipped, stating rhetorically the obvious before taking a thumb and pointing it towards the longhouses "mercs and Spirians stay in the long houses," next she jerked the thumb to the mess hall "that building over there is the Mess Hall, don't go starting fights inside otherwise they won't give you food, also you have to do some form of work if you ever hope to eat at all here" her tone darkened, it seemed to pierce the air with her quick aditude towards him as she went and pointed towards the infirmary "that theres where you go if you get hurt, the Injury Ward," she paused, feeling her vision sway once one way, then the other way before she would take the same hand to rub between her eyes tiredly "I'm pretty sure someone else can help you out, just ask around," she took her hand away to look up at him "welcome to the Spires, I'm sorry this was so cut short but I've a.." "..a..mission to go to.. right now.." Glancing to his shoulder, furrowing them scrunitively then disbelievingly "I must be going insane," she turned, throwing her hands up in the air and marching away "I'm seeing more clay little people!" She muttered, possibly within ear shot of the big guy "thats it, I need get more sleep, definitely after this mission!" She berated at herself to do so, to remember. Before the two could even possibly reply to the crazy, sleep deprived thief, she was already gone in the direction of her leader.

[Banir Ironwood]

As his head turned for a time which he had long lost count, he spotted a small, thin woman. The bags under her eyes where easy to spot even from a distance, and her ramblings just as easy to hear.Though what surprised him more was the way she had just marched up to him. And then she shouted at him! This was surprising to say the least, most people did not assume he was a safe person to approach. Though he did indeed have to give her credit, she was either brave, stupid, or crazy. Listening as she addressed him as 'Big guy' she spoke a little quickly but he managed to catch it. He found himself to shy to speak, not that he could. She was speaking important information, information he shouldn't neglect.

Mercs and Spirians, he knew that merc was a faster way of saying mercenary, however he hadn't heard of a Spirian before. Neither had he heard of a longhouse, perhaps its name was literal and it was an over sized lodging. She pointed out where meals would be handed out, in terms of paperwork? That last part confused him slightly, to trade paper for meals. Next it was the injury ward, a place he would be very reluctant to go unless far more gravely injured. The last thing he needed was doctors trying to gaze and gawk at him.

This whole time he had just stood stone still soaking it all in. He could feel Falix perching upon his shoulder, her legs perched upon his collar. Unfortunately he had let his mind wander, he caught her apology as he had to shake his head lightly. Now that his attention was focused he listened intently, hearing her speak of a mission. He couldn't help but chuckle silently, the little girl hadn't seen a Pycon before. As she muttered to herself he barely caught the words, but it only made him chuckle a little more.

With the light introduction and only the directions to go by he watched as the strange small girl leave. Slowly he turned to Falix, burning red eyes outlined now with a more gently green. "What should, we do now?" His gruff voice breaching past his white scarf, his breathing still long and steady. One of the few things in this world Banir enjoyed the most was the council of his clay friend.

[Falix]

Knowing that her companion wouldn't be able to make much sense of what the strange woman was saying, she absorbed the information to tell Banir later. Once the woman left again she looked to her hulking friend and smiled a little. "Looks like we have some work ahead of us. Now then, we should head over and get things sorted out." the small girl pointed in the direction that they were supposed to go, along the way she she exlained to him as much as she knew. Telling him that paperwork meant and explaing that it didn't mean they were trading their meal for paperwork, but rather needed to fill out some paperwork and such before they could join with this group and get food. Seeing his expression she laughed softly and told him not to worry, that she would be there every step of the wya to help him.

On the way, she shifted her little clay form a little and instead of wearing her skirt and tank top shirt, she made the clay change into a coat that looked similiar to Banir's only made from clay while her tiny wings still stuck out from her shoulder blades. she looked around at the scenery and the people commiting it all to memory, so that she would be able to help her large companion later on. She knew that he was socially akward and barely spoke, so she figured she would be doing much of the talking and socializing. She would be the one to keep Banir informed about everything going on so he wasn't completely left out of the dark.

A sudden urge struck her and she stood up on banir's shoulder. With a practiced ease, she slipped down his back and grabbed onto his belt. she climbed over to his side where the small pouch that had her clay in it, and opened it. She took out a large handful, but really no more then 6 ounces before climbing back up along her comapnions arm as it swung back and fourth with each step. Finally she perched herself back on his shoulder and began to eat her meal.

[Banir Ironwood]

As Banir strode through the camp, he looked around, trying to put noticeable land marks in his memory. Unfortunately it would all fade in time, he couldn't focus on many things. And what he was here to do would take quite a bit of thinking. He'd need to think on how he could use his muscle as efficiently as possible, chances where that there would be larger and stronger. It would just be sheer idiocy to fight a Jamoura on brute strength alone. But he was getting ahead of himself, first he'd need a meal and then perhaps some rest. If he was going to hunt, he'd need the strength. By Izurdin he'd have strength and by the time he was done here. He'd be strong enough to break just about anything, face any challenge to plague him.

He bumped into a few people on the way, apologizing with his rough voice. Moving on he headed towards the Mess Hall, his stomach rumbled and it felt like it was eating itself from the inside. Placing a hand on it he rubbed it slowly, sniffing the air he could smell the food. As he felt Falix climb her way back to his shoulder he turned his head. "I guess that, you got hungry, too huh?" His ridged voice breaking past his white scarf, his breath slow and steady as it often was. The beat of his footsteps, where a smooth rhythm on the compacted dirt.

As he entered the Mess Hall he looked around, not much was happening inside besides a few people with meals. The look of the food deepened his own hunger and he looked around trying to find the nearest thing of meat to stuff his face. A sigh graced his lips as he looked to his small clay companion for help. "Help me, figure all of, this out Falix. Please." Another long and slow breath, he was a little tired but hunger gripped him more than anything else. The fact he needed a little shut eye was redundant to the furnace in his stomach demanding to be fed.