[Location] The White Isle Harbor (arriving PCs post here!)

by **Alice** on November 14th, 2009, 4:44 pm

DESCRIPTION:

If one decides to enter the White Isle, they will be transported by a small, flat boat painted in white and blue, carrying only few visitors. Most people visiting Mura do so because of the huge library and the knowledge of the resident healers. Therefore, it is no surprise that the boat lands at an organized, neat harbor.

Arrival and departure of trade ships and the white and blue boats shaped like different animals of the sea or air, a specialty of Mura, are filed by the harbor's director residing at a beautiful house also functioning as common gate to the city itself. The front of two floors is painted with the most famous sailor's tales in pastels of blue, green and pink. A paved path leads to the double doors made of white wood framed by two statues of Laviku several feet high. The director and his resident officials care for organization and transfer of wares, but also ensure that visitors can safely enter the White Isle and the city of Mura. A young and pretty clerk with chin-long pale blond hair and sea-green eyes greets every visitor with a welcoming smile. “Hello and welcome to Mura! What is it that you need?”

After their arrival has been reported and eventual other issues sorted out, they will be free to leave the harbor through an ornamented gateway behind the house and continue visiting the actual city. Bigger caravans with wagons are guided to a secluded, but large gateway at the south edge of the harbor.

SERVICES & GOODS:

dock place for ships per day – small sized 2 sm, middle sized 5 sm, big sized 1 gm
dock place for ships per season – small sized 15 gm, middle sized 43 gm, big sized 70 gm
boat ride to and from the mainland – 1 gm
reporting arrival & being granted entrance to the city – free

NPCS:

Muti :

Kilana :

by **Taithrosa Eldytia** on April 15th, 2010, 2:36 am

80 day of Spring Year 510 AV

Taithrosa stood at the dock looking back at the ship that had taken the island or Mura. He point blank hand't liked it. He wasn't used to the ground moving under his feet. Back and forth, and back and forth. The side to side. Of gods it had been enought to make him sick.

He stood with his hood up his face of so slightly pale from the ride, his skin not so dark as normal from the paleness. He was here though and ready to go forward.

So he nodded towards the greated. "I heard that there was a healing school here. I am hopeing someone can point me in that direction." He said flashing her a smile. His handsome face showing friendlness, and his silver eyes showing a strange deepth to them.

by **Alice** on April 17th, 2010, 8:28 pm

Akalak visiting Mura weren’t rare and most Konti were used to the sight of the midnight skinned race. What were they if not their male counterpart? The gods had played a divine trick so they could only produce offspring of their own or the Akalak which was a significant connection. The Konti didn’t believe in coincidences, and so there had to be a reason for the races the gods had shaped them into.

Muti L’ninea, however, didn’t concern herself with such difficult thoughts. She was more than happy with watching the sky and learning to handle the sea. One thing she had learned was that you better found your place soon and stuck with it. Her place was at the harbor and on the ships’ decks.

But where would the place of that handsome young man be?, she thought as she greeted him with a friendly smile. “Sure. Many of us maintain a close connection with Rak’keli and honor her by practicing the healing ability she has given them. They can teach you the subsequent skills at the Opal Temple, although if you’re aiming for healing, you have to ask Rak’keli Herself.” While explaining all that to him, she had scribbled something on a sheet of paper.

Then she rose from her chair, rounded the desk and gestured for Taithrosa to follow her. Without awaiting his reply she led him into a narrow corridor – narrow for his muscular Akalak shape, that is – and out of the building towards a small gateway. The white monument was carved with intricate patterns, images and scenes that involved the sea. Laviku and his children, the Konti, fish, sea horses, sea serpents and entire coral reefs were easily discernable. The middle of the arc was graced with a depiction of Laviku blessing his siren lover Avalis with divinity. While leading him towards a person in white robes Muti continued talking: “How long do you plan to stay? If you intend to purchase a permanent residence, you have to visit the Taviasa and sort everything out there. If you stay for, say ten days or something like that, you can also check in at the Pearl Divers, they offer excellent suites and many additional services. There’s also the possibility of renting an apartment at the shore of Silver Lake, although they’re quite expensive.” She pointed towards the white-haired person they were approaching. “This is Myka, an apprentice at the temple. You’re lucky to arrive today, because she brings fresh herbs from the temple garden every ten days. In case someone gets hurt here … Myka?”

The Konti turned around, revealing the unimpressive face of a wallflower, although the blueish speckles around her nose could be called cute by someone with the right taste. The girl couldn’t be older than twenty, although Taithrosa might recognize that almost all Konti looked younger than they really are. Myka greeted the newcomer with a somewhat nervous smile. After Muti had explained his request, she nodded. “Yes … I can take you to the temple. I was just about to return anyway. Please … follow me?”

And off they went following the paved main street towards the city itself, through the center of the city and to the shore of Silver Lake. A bit at the south lay the Opal Temple, accessible via a caved pathway leading through high grass and past a few small white trees.

OOCFeel free to post again if you have questions to Muti or Myka.

by **Xuki** on May 28th, 2010, 3:52 pm

Xuki sat, watching boats come in and out of the harbor. She liked watching the unloading of the boats, seeing what type of people came off of it. Mostly just boring plain people, but sometimes interesting people (that is, in her opinion.). She had long since finished her work and decided to rest until it was time to go take care of her grandmother. Her smile warmed at the thought of her grandmother. They were all a close knit family, just like everyone else on the small island. She enjoyed her sisters, mother, aunts, grandmothers and just about everyone else.
Xuki was jerked out of her thoughts by a shadow falling on her. She looked up to see the face of a male Drykas.
"Miss, could you point me to the Pearl Drivers?" He asked.
"Oh, um yeah." She said, standing and turning to face him. "It's over that way," She indicated a busy street where most business seemed to take place. "Just walk down that street and you'll find it. You can't miss it."
"Okay, thank you." He said, turning and walking to the crowd. She watched as he dissapeared, just another part of the throng. Xuki went onto the docks, looking to greet Kilana as another boat entered.
Xuki straightened the short white dress that she generally wore in spring. She enjoyed it, it gave her freedom to run without the restrictions that winter clothes gave. She held her thin white blonde hair that slipped out of her hand easily. The sun was bright, warming her body. The boat unloaded, and Xuki sat crosslegged. She enjoyed herself at the dock, and she enjoyed her talks with Kilana. The island was a peaceful place, which was why she was bored of it. She had been feeling an itch to go out and explore the world, to get on one of the many boats and let the island fade slowly behind her like a memory. But she wouldn't ever do that. She was to timid, to afraid. The closest she had ever got, she had been about to get on the boat with nothing but the clothes on her back. She had backed away at the last second. She had a feeling that it was The Call. But she was to young to have children. The average age was twenty, she was nineteen. She still had a year before then, and with each day that brought her a step closer, her stomach tightened with anticipation. She leaned back, and let the sun warm her face.

by **Stella** on June 7th, 2010, 1:31 am

It was about an hour before noon when a white-cloaked figure walked out across the wooden docks of the Harbor. Short in stature with narrow shoulders, the few strands of incredibly long blonde hair that protruded from beneath the hood along with the location seemed almost undeniable proof that it was a Konti woman.

Quietly, the young woman traversed the length of one particularly long dock that currently lacked a moored boat. Her wooden sandals made a soft clunking noise, lost for the most part amongst the crash of ocean waves, the calls of sea birds, the shouts of sailors preparing to leave, and the creaking timbers of the ships rubbing against the docks. But the white-hooded Konti seemed to drift apart from the crowd, aloof to their bustle and hustle as she sat down, letting her feet hang off the edge of the dock.

As she sat, her robe rode up slightly, the worn and re-stitched golden-hemmed bottom riding up slightly to give the last needed proof of her race, the glitter of golden scales atop her feet now visible in the bright sun. Reaching up, her pale hands, similarly scaled on the back, gripped the hood before gently pulling it back. Immediately, hip-length, bleach-blonde hair fell free, framing a pale face with a small nose and mouth, and large purple eyes.

Silently, Stella of the Konti looked skyward.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she watched the bright blue overhead, following the path of a few seagulls. She watched them, but did not see them. That was not to say she was incapable of it, but at the moment her thoughts were turned inwards, and she had come here to think, for she faced a dilemma.

For years, she had devoted her time solely to her goddess, Rak'keli. Her every waking hour was spent in relative solitude, divided between prayer or practice of the healing arts. Her parent's, who had died years ago, had left her a large enough inheritance to survive as such since their untimely demise, near the same time she began her practice as a healer. But now she was running out of money. She didn't mind losing creature comforts, but even she could recognize her need to eat, and a slight grumble of an achingly empty stomach emphasized this just as her train of thought reached it. Were she part of the Opal order, she might have been able to receive some aid in that area, but despite over a decade devoted to the healing deity, she had yet to be gifted with the Gnosis mark necessary to join. That meant she needed a job, preferably with enough pay to maintain her house on the outskirts of the island, keep her fed, and maybe a bit on the side in case of emergency, or to obtain more religious materials for her study. She didn't really know where to look, though, so she had come here, hoping for some inspiration...

by **Dragan** on June 13th, 2010, 1:59 pm

73rd of Summer, 510. AV

After even considering joining Rhysol, a fair share of failiures, as well as a few round ups with the guards of his former home, he was now sure he made the right decision. As the boat that was carrying his body across the water was soon going to finish his trip from Zeltiva to Mura. It was a long, long walk from Ravok to Zeltiva, but what kept him going on is the stench of Rhysol spreading behind him as he was moving further and further away. Once he got to Zeltiva, he thought of staying there, but the very thought of so many beauties on a nearby lake got his blood boiling as he was boarding a ship for Mura before he even decided anything.

The day was just being born as the small boat docked onto the pier of Mura, as he was still disoriented from his recent sleep, Dragan got his stuff together, only to jump out onto the solid land. Waving back at the ship absent, he continued moving forward until he was off of the pier and onto the real ground, on the island. He felt relief as he finally was there, a city of beautiful women, a city of many of his dreams, a city of hope, a new hope...

by **Alice** on June 19th, 2010, 4:09 pm

Stella

Stella had come to the harbor when most transactions took place, ships arrived and baggage was moved around. Thus it was no surprise that the small cobbled place encircled with walls bustled with activity.

However, Stella clearly turned her gaze towards the sea. There she was sitting, isolated from the rest of the Konti world to which she still undoubtedly belonged. Although she’d have liked to escape – and she was able to do so, after all, having gills and scales –, a little part of her knew that she couldn’t. Konti Isle was her home. What else did she know except Konti Isle and Mura and the Opal Temple? Perhaps it had been wrong to dedicate herself to a single life purpose so early. Now she couldn’t think of a shop that provided healing and herbalism services and probably needed another employee. When it came to jobs, however, the artistically talented Konti were creative. The Starry Night, a poetry club and relaxing park location, featured a blackboard where one could leave little notes, festival ads, shop and company owners searching for employees, people like Stella searching for employers. If she didn’t come up with a position or a location she wanted to work at herself, she could always go there and thumb through the notes.

Before she could decide anything, though, something at the next pier attracted her attention. Raised voices echoed over the water, the rough and sharp common language that was used to converse with sailors and other non-Konti. Apparently the assistant harbor director had made a mistake at documenting the exchanged wares. Suddenly there was less than she had counted earlier. If Stella took a look at the group including Muti L’ninea and the captain of the trade ship among a few others, she would notice a small Konti girl approaching them with a curious sparkle at her features. Obviously the girl was interested in the problem.

Then there was a flash of white and the girl flew back the pier, towards the center of the harbor, clutching a small object in one hand. “The payment! Stop the thief!” the captain yelled in shock and anger. At the deep voice adrenaline infused Stella’s body. She was small and lithe, perhaps fast enough to catch up with the girl before she had left the harbor.

Anyway … since when did Mura inhabit thieves?

Sorry again!Don't hesitate to nudge me if I get slow again.

by **Stella** on June 19th, 2010, 8:10 pm

Stella watched the progression with a detached expression, still pondering over her own plight. The raised voices at first were only enough to make her look over thinking that there might be some trouble. Despite not being a member of the Opal Order, she acted as though she was, and if someone was hurt, it was her duty to the goddess that had yet to truly notice her to help. For she, in fact, had no desire to escape the Isle. True, she disliked the crowds, as they gave her such discomfort, and she was currently in dire straits for money, but she would never want to leave. This was her home and the outside world had only ever brought her fear and pain, even if she didn't remember most of the tragic event that had left her parents dead at the hands of a rouge Akalak gang. So absorbed was she in this last thought that it took the sudden loud shout to jolt her back to her surroundings.

A thief... there was little she could do. The irony of her condition was palpable, but the young healer had always been a bit sickly, frail in her build with little muscle, mostly from too long locked away in her prayer, though she considered thus to be a good decision. Now that her help was needed, though, what could she do? The girl was escaping into the crowd, and the big sailors would have trouble following. Where she sat was closer to the girl's destination, and she would have to pass within twenty feet of where the dock connected to get away... maybe there was hope yet.

As quickly as she could manage, Stella rose. Holding up the hem of her robe with pale hands backed by golden scales, she began to run to intercept the child. Her wooden sandals clacked loudly against the boards, but the noise was mostly lost in the bustle of the area. She was just reaching the edge of the dock when said sandal caught between two boards, one of the two cross-pieces that went across the bottom wedging itself into place there. Stella stumbled, the old leather of the straps giving way under the pull of her foot, and she continued on her path to block the girl with one shoe now, limping slightly where the incident had twisted her ankle. She only made it to the spot just in time, and reached out to catch the girl before she zoomed past.

by **Alice** on June 29th, 2010, 2:43 pm

Despite their calm and peaceful ways, the Konti had never lost their close connection with nature. Hunters existed and often roamed the woods together with trained companions from the animal center belonging to the Opal Order. However, everyone made sure that they only took as much as they needed from what Caiyha offered for free. The forest, the woods and the deer and rabbits were a blessing from the Goddess, so they accepted it with respect and praise. As a consequence the Konti were delicate and beautiful, but also strong and healthy, perhaps a side effect of the fact that they didn’t produce males whatsoever.

The exemplar running down the harbor was one of the lithe and dexterous individuals, definitely more trained in moving quickly than Stella. Still the aspiring healer had an important advantage because she had made her decision quickly and a shorter way to reach firm ground and the fleeing person.

When the sandal got caught and Stella stumbled, the other Konti noticed the motion from the corner of her eye and tried to dodge. However, the sailors of the trade ship were still standing around the cargo and debating – with the captain and higher-ranked crew members doing the same a few feet away – and so she couldn’t quite avoid the clash with Stella. Everything happened within a matter of seconds.

First she dashed past Stella. Then Stella reached out – perhaps she would be able to grab the hem of the girl’s white, flowing shirt – and touched fabric and warm skin and scales. And eventually Stella lost balance with the girl trying to escape her grip. With a loud splash both girls were swallowed by the water at the pier.

Immediately gills activated themselves and the Konti could soak oxygen out of the clear, salty water. Like in every port basin, the ground wasn’t far below, the white stones of the pier spotted with algae. If Stella looked at the other Konti, the little thief, she would float in front of her chaser with a finger on her lips and pleading eyes. The object she had stolen was still safely pressed against her chest with the other hand. Her white shirt and wide pants were spread around her like a halo.

Distant noises could be heard from above the surface. It was a matter of seconds until hands would reach out and others would catch the thief.

by **Stella** on June 30th, 2010, 8:46 pm

Stella's eyes shut tight as the girl's weight in her arms pulled her off balance into the calm but still quite chilly water. It was a moment before she managed to open them, blinking a bit as the salt water mixed with the water of her eyes from her twisted ankle, turned again at an odd angle by the fall. The injury hurt more now, the adrenalin starting to wear off, and the currents of the ocean moved it against her will, making it difficult to hold the injured area still.

She was mildly surprised to see the girl floating before her through her own tangle of blonde hair that now floated about her like strands of seaweed, but infinitely more beautiful, the distorted light fromt he waves dappling the strands to give them an erethral beauty. But that was beside the point. Why hadn't the girl tried to escape? Maybe there was more to this than simple theft.

Stella had to think on her feet. If she helped the girl escape, she'd be breaking the law, aiding a fugitive. On the other hand, if she didn't, she would never know if what she had done was the right thing, and the girl might be taken for unjust reasons. Plus, she could always make sure the child didn't escape until she was certain. Quickly, she nodded, and began to swim, reaching out to grip the girl's wrist firmly before trying to make any real distance. She moved for beneath the docks just before hands broke the surface, and made sure that no one jumped in after them before surfacing, the clamor of the croud just over her head again washing over her as she pulled the child up as well, gentle but as firm as the frail adolescent could manage, fixing her fellow Konti with her violet eyes and whispering, her voice both calming and nervous-sounding with a small stutter, words barely audible.

"W-Why did you take... w-whatever th-that is? P-p-please... I-I might be able t-to help..."