[Dra Kalinor]Shackle Shy (Sahana)

by **Marrick Corvis** on December 14th, 2013, 2:10 am

Winter 1st 513 AV.

Marrick rode into the Dra-Kalinor on the shoulder of the off duty guardsman. He wasnt certain, but the soldier seemed a little uneasy as they entered the room full of books, and bubbling beakers. His head bobbed off time with his tail feathers as he balanced carefully on the man’s Pauldron. He had seen so much just in their little walk into the Blacksmithy he could barely contain himself. His little beak had often parted and the mimic of a childs voice would come forth with “Look a’ tha!”

At this moment however, the Raven Kelvic imitated the voice of a woman he had presented a wedding dowry to when he dispatched in Ravok. said "Pech-Me!" Came the imitated voice of a Ravoki.

He now lifted his wings in balance as the guard shrugged his shoulders. “Alright little guy, someone her can pry that metal bit off.” The guardsman laid down a parcel of things that had been waiting for Marrick at the Gate by the Kelvics Liberators. The kind man had carried them the whole way from the gate. With a hop the little Raven flapped down to land on the package, where he balanced carefully. “Thank-ance” came the deep resonant mimicked voice of a man.

“Someone here will be able to help you out. Good luck little man.” With his final words the Guardsman saluted the little Raven and left him behind to go about his duties.

The little Kelvic looked about the room for someone to help him. Each book stacked seemed a volume of forgotten lore to the raven. At last a woman entered bearing what looked like metal smithing tools. Marrick cocked his head to the side eyeing her with one of his pale blues. She appeared human, though one feature stood out over her others. The woman had a violet colored arm. The Kelvic stared in wonderment at it. He had never seen such a thing in his life. He dared hop off his satchel of gear and fly to the handle of a large billows, where he could better see her. Her arm moved like flesh, but it wasn’t.

For better or worse her arm did not appear injured, or damaged in any way. Quite to the contrary in fact it seemed stronger than her normal looking one. Along with a well-timed flap he cackled loudly at her to get her attention. When at last she looked at him he stared back at her a moment before he tried to repeat a mimicked word he had heard. “Kel-vic.” He croaked, followed by “Free-dom”
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by **Sahana** on January 27th, 2014, 2:10 pm

The Isur seem to carry herself with an almost arrogant kind of confidents. There was something in her body language that spoke volumes of how she carried herself. But then did she not have every right to be like this?

There were in fact very few people that could do what she could do and as a mage crafter she belonged to a minority a small clutch that could bend and manipulate essence and magic. But then there were even fewer that could work at her level of proficiency, it gave her this aura of esteem and importance.

Although full of herself, it didn't mean she was a bad person. On the contrary she was studious and industrious and believed in what Sylira and what it meant as a symbol. And although the city's faith swayed, it was not before Izurdin for without him there would be no castle, no armor for the knights no walls to thwart intruders. A city was a testament to his glory, if not an embodiment.

She didn't know what to make of the bird, it flapped its wings and croaked words in common these simple words that fell on deaf ears as an Isur her primary language was Isurian as a Mage her secondary language was Nader Canoch.

Her violet arm outstretched towards the bird in an attempt to pick him up.

Nader Canoch language escaped her lips in a single word; interesting. As brown eyes danced upon the creature curiously.

by **Marrick Corvis** on January 28th, 2014, 11:43 pm

When at last she turned to look at him, Marrick’s curiosity visibly peaked, as his head twisted sidelong to look at her. The woman’s walk seemed confident, and self-assured. Her strength seemed matched only by the fluidity of her movements. Very much like a dancer might take the floor and move in motion to a tune. This woman’s movements were, elegant.

As she extended her strangely colored arm, he edged away from her trying to investigate the limb just for a moment. It seemed safe. ‘Well now, no need teh be rude.’ He thought. In that brief tick of time between hesitance, and assurance, he hopped onto the broad part of her forearm and looked up into her deep green eyes. It seemed she was just as curious about him as he was of her. His head twisted about from side to side as he reciprocated her scrutinous behavior.

She seemed to easily support his weight, which surprised the Kelvic as he was easily one and a half stone in weight. Beneath his black clawed feet, her arm felt stiff like a tree bough. As her arm rose and fell he found himself balancing there, with the occasional adjustment to foot, feather, tail, and wing.

She then uttered a word in a strange dialect he had never heard. The sound of it felt old, and powerful for some reason. Almost as if the word itself was full of magic. His head cocked to one side as he tried to hear the word in his head. It was an odd word, so broken and strange as he contemplated its meaning or even how imitate it.

“Innnnn” Marrick tried and failed to repeat the word. It almost came out more as a simple vowel. Though, he would not be daunted. “Interrr.” He croaked, forming the alien word with his animal tongue. The strange vowels and consonant placement felt all wrong to the Kelvic as he struggled studiously. “In-ter-res-ting!” He forced out of his ravenous maw. It even almost sounded like this woman’s own voice. “Interesting!” He now said confidently, his voice even contained an amount of inflection that she had when she had uttered it.

The Kelvic was proud of himself, and expressed it with a ruffle of his feathers. Then, with his moment of victory over he dipped his head and body in a fluid motion toward his kind, and curious perch. “Marr-ick.” “Kel-vic.” “Free-dom.” He said in broken common. [/i]

by **Sahana** on February 7th, 2014, 6:21 pm

The birds talons seemed to shift haphazardly across her arm as if looking for a spot to gently anchor itself, it was like trying to grip iron and it's wings flapped to catch its balance and footing. That isurian arm was indestructible, the ultimate testament to there divine lineage.

His weight was hoisted as if it was seemingless, as if no heavier then the charge hammers she used.

Sahanas head tilted as it began to croak out its words, for a moment she was in disbelief. Was it mimicking nader canoch? Or Was it trying to communicate?

It puffed its feathers in accomplishment towards a baffled Isurian mage smith, she had never met a kelvic. The concept of talking animals was something she might have brushed aside as far fetched but there it was squawking ancient tongue.

How could she believe this was real? Perplexing, was the bird a worthy reagent? Could it be used in some advanced magical formula, what of it's bones? Surely there was magic within them just waiting to be pulled free from carrions sinew.

Her smile widened her features expressed something akin to fawning over some distant lover, an almost adult giddy smile.

Surely temptation played her chords, but the melody was off. Something particulary peculiar, a little ingot around its leg. Was it a Jess ? A harness for falconry, didnt look like a hunting bird.

The smile faded, and the passionate fire within her spring green eyes dwindled to kindling as she suppressed the urge to maledict the potential infront of her.

It was a curious thing as it croaked out more words, a name and an action. But who was this Marrick? Was it the birds owner? Freedom? was he released?

Self, a Marrick ?...

A short pause

Set away Marrick?

As much as the woman hated talking in common, she attempted to ask the bird two questions. Was he this Marrick or did he run away from Marrick, she almost felt silly asking the bird questions as if its ability to mimick words was somehow translated into intellectual sentience. Sahana was self aware of this, but she did what she knew best as she conducted the live experiment to what she believed would confirm her hypothesis, and allow her to disregard the capricious notion of a talking bird that could carry conversations and understand what in fact it was saying or be being asked.

by **Marrick Corvis** on February 9th, 2014, 6:34 am

‘Damn this woman’s arm.’ He thought to himself as he balanced precariously on the gemetalic material. So much like flesh, but not. His little claws would not gain purchase as he struggled there until she at last held her arm still to better look at him. It was almost like balancing on a tree bough in the wind.

As she stared at him, he felt like an exhibition in a menagerie. The idea of it crossing through his head would have drawn a smile, had he lips. Instead he cackled softly expressing his amusement. Though, something in the way she eyed him cut his mirth short.

He paused a moment trying to assess that smile of hers. Her gaze seemed oddly sensual for a first meeting. Intriguing though it was, his instinct was tugging at his tail feathers to flee from her arm. At least to gain some distance. Not that he didn’t enjoy the attention. It was the nature of his magic after all, but at the same time, his animal and human side desired space.

At last she noticed his shackle. The relief as the situation seemed to be dawning on her filled the little Raven’s breast with hope.

Though as her smile faded, he began to feel his discomfort return. Yet the clarity of the situation he was in began to take on a more detailed shape in his mind as she began to ask him questions in common, yet her speech was even worse than his poor mimicry.

He cocked his head to one side as she spoke. Her words were difficult, and it reminded him of the first time he tried to speak common as a raven. He struggled to understand her questions. ‘Was he, a Marrick? Set away.’ He really fought to understand the second question. He didn’t want to go on assumption, but it was all he could do in the situation.

“Self Kel-vic” He croaked with some difficulty. “Self Mar-rick.”

Like a nervous man in a hot seat, He bobbed his head a couple times and then hopped off of her arm and onto a near pile of stacked books. The relief he felt was comforting, yet it seemed he was getting across his problem. With the distance between them, he returned her curious stare, along with a cocked head from side to side. Yet more explanation seemed needed to express his new found freedom.

“Self free. Knights help. Kab-rin” He struggled to keep his explanation simple, yet his concern that he was confusing her weighed heavily on his mind. This was the worst handicap he could imagine. He didn’t have his human tongue, and she couldn’t speak common. He ruffled his feathers erratically in irritation and stretched his wings, only to re-adjust them again.

The Kelvic was beginning to get a little frustrated with the situation when his clever little bird brain had an idea. All he had to do was gather what she might need. A good metal file and perhaps payment of some kind would help things along, he was sure of it. “File!” he crowed loudly at his hostess.

With renewed hope he cast his pale blue eyes about the room looking for a set of metal working tools. There was a leather fold on a nearby desk which looked promising. He hopped off of his perch and fluttered to where it securely sat and pried open its simple loop latch with some effort only to find that it was full of sheets of parchment. When he realized what it was, he shook his little head in disappointment and renewed his search again. His eyes searched elsewhere while he repeated his need. “File!”

He racked his little head in thought trying to envision where such a tool might rest in this mess. He looked about at odd angles of his head searching through the chaos of maledicted items, parchment, tomes, cauldrons, vials of fluid, metal working tools, and glass baubles. His mind had barely registered the location, when he realized he had just looked right at where they likely were resting.

With another erratic flutter he lifted off from the desk and over to the counter top that he had seen the tools on, and he began to delve deeper. He perched precariously on a heavy glazed ceramic piece of pottery with a few long implements in it and he peered inside. Then like a pit fighter at last victorious he he pried a little metal file loose from its contents with his beak and lifted it high. He then carefully winged his way down to a clear spot on the counter and laid the file down and gushed. “File! File! File!” He crowed and fluffed his feathers proudly.

But there was no time to waste on making sure this unusual lady was compensated for the immense amount of trouble he had created for her. With a hop and a glide he steered his way to where his pack lay and began to dig for his pouch of Mizas.

He must have looked quite the site half buried in his satchel, his tail feathers poking out vertically as he rifled through its contents. At last he discovered its resting place and pried the opening apart with some effort. His means available, he snatched a couple of gold Mizas from within and awkwardly withdrew himself from his pack only to fall gracelessly to the floor.

After he righted himself he flew back to the counter and deposited his two Mizas next to the file. There he hopped about excitedly repeating himself. “File, Free! File, Free!”

by **Radiant** on April 12th, 2014, 8:15 am

Marrick :

Notes :

My radiance is not bright enough?

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, beam me a PM and we can work it out.

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+1 XP
Socialization	+1 XP

Completed [Dra Kalinor]Shackle Shy (Sahana)