PM to join Wrong side of the bed(Ali)

[Lo'campo]

71st Sunberth Fall, 514A.V There was something about dead people that fascinated him, and when the mist of the dust bed lifted, he had not hesitated to explore the newly opened land. He wasn't surprised to see the size of the graveyard, this was Sunberth after all. Most of the poor saps might have died from hunger, dehydration, or by the hand of another. Petch with all the things that had been going on, he wouldn't have been surprised if one of his victims were in the land of the dead, laying to rest somewhere. Stopping to read words engraved onto a tombstone, the Akalak quickly gave up when noticing them to be in another language. Taking another turn, he continued his journey, amazed at all of the bodies that laid rest in the city, and these were the one's that were found. Walking out into an opening, he stopped. This was the perfect place for his training. Taking the great-sword from his back, he held it in one hand trying to keep it steady before it dropped to the ground. Using both hands now, he lifted the weapon. A tree sat in the graveyard was his target. Giving swing at the trunk of the tree, the weight of the weapon made him spin onto the ground. More control. Assuming his starting position, he attacked the tree again, this time clutching the sword with a stronger grip. As before he had made contact, the blade bounced off the tree and out of his hand before dropping to the ground. Now he had too much control. He wasn't going to learn like this. If it were a real fight, his opponent wouldn't stand in on spot. Nor did he want to wield one sword with two hands. If he wanted to learn how to use the petching heirloom given to him by his father, he would do it the way he wanted to learn. He gripped the sword with one hand, flexing his muscles to hold the weapon sturdy. It was a 5ft sword, meant for humans if anything, but it was still heavy. He could only imagine how much heavier it would have been if he weren't as strong as he was. Bringing his arm out hand holding the outside of the hilt as if it were a regular sword, he gave a horizontal slash as he would if he were holding it with two hands. His muscles gave out, dropping the nose of the sword before it reached its target, causing him to miss and his weapon to travel from his hand and into the nearby brush. The day was disappointing, not only did he fail once again at learning how to use the weapon, but now he was in the bushes trying to find his sword. The sun bounced off the steel blade revealing its location, glad that he wouldn't be stuck out in the graveyard for bells on end, he quickly retrieved the weapon thus turning around to a place that he did not recognize. Where were the tombstones with the weird language, and the open space, and the tree that had to endure his failed attempts? Emerging from the brush, he started walking hoping that he would run into something familiar only to get more lost than he already was. A left? No it was a right? Or was is left then right? It didn't take him long to wander into a completely unrecognizable area. Frustrated, he began to walk into a different direction before the sound of footsteps caught his ear. Someone was coming, maybe the would know how to get out of this petching place.

[Aliara Cantrell]

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The dust had finally lifted and it was time to explore. Alirara had been itching to see what had happened in the just beds from the moment the dust had fallen. Grabbing her cutlass she ran out her door and through the streets. It was her first day off in a long run of recovery and jobs, she even missed the chance to trim her own hair like she had planed. Sunberth was it usual chaos of street gangs and thieves and it made Aliara smile, this town was her home no matter how horrible it could be at times.

The hunting of Dhani had calmed down a bit as the weather cooled, after all most of them had left by half way through Fall, however Aliara had pounded whether or not they had been in the dust beds hiding. As she pushed past the last couple of people and out into the wilderness. The chilly breeze picked up strands of Aliara’s hair. She hoped for snow this Winter, the white covered pathways and windows would make her winter.

As she hit the edge of the dust beds Aliara smiled at the mystery of this place, it was filled with history. Each body that had been left here had a lifetime of stories, brushing the hair out of her face Aliara her sea blue eyes searched all the possible places for someone to hide. There were a four bushes in total there were alive enough to give enough camouflage, picking dust towards them Aliara huffed.

Taking her first steps into the dust beds she found herself being drawn to go further in, step by step until she began to lose track of which way was which. watching her feet Aliara was careful not to disturb anyones graves, as she kept walking Aliara felt a sense of dread settle in her mind.

‘Most of these people would have died of starvation...’

The food shortage had almost killed her so Aliara was slightly bothered by the thought, after all many children and elderly had not lasted more than two weeks, shaking the thoughts away Aliara turned left and looked around, this looked like the start of the dust bed… same four bushes same dirt. Kicking the dust up much like she had before Aliara admitted she was lost.
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[Lo'campo]

Another sharp turn caught the shape of a woman walking slowly turning her head looking at the graves that surrounded them both. He was relieved that there was someone else here to help him get out of this place. Straitening his attire and sheathing the large sword, Lo'campo took a few quick steps to catch up with her pace. "Excuse me ma'am, I'm embarrassed to say this, but I am kind of lost. Would you mind helping me get out of this place?" He made sure to speak loud and clear enough before he had gotten too close. He didn't want to startle her with a blue giant popping up out of no where. He gave another look around to see if he could recognize anything but nothing seemed to register familiar. It was quite funny, one would think a person of his height would be able to just see the exit but this place was bigger than he had expected. His current situation slightly frustrated him a bit. Why did everything have to look so bland, so indifferent. Every tombstone looked the same to him. At this rate he figured that he would never get out of this accursed cemetery, that was of course if the woman he just met would give him directions if not lead the way. The sun had moved significantly, signalling that he had been out form some bells now. Good thing he decided to come out during the morning, or he would be wondering in the dark right about now. "My name is Lo'campo." he spoke giving a smile to show that he was friendly...For the most part. His face burned with each chime of silence that went by. What if she thought a fool of him? An Akalak, a offspring of the great warrior race faces his biggest threat, being lost in a graveyard. The thoughts nearly made his face turn purple. Taking a breath seeing how he didn't want to scare possibly the only person that could help him find his way out, the warrior took a seat to cool off. Maybe if he cleared his head he could remember which way he came from.