Time Stamp: 30th and 31th of Spring, 517AV
Location: Kai' Neha Valley
Who:Taurina
Walking through the area abandoned by the Zibri herd, the former endal had as frown on his face as he survey the ground for a nice pile of dry Zibri poop. He needed something to fuel his fire, and the only thing the Drykas had plenty of was cow dung. He wasn't the only person surveying the ground for a dry cow paddy either. There were plenty of other Drykas around him cleaning up the fresh and the dry dung from the ground since they needed it to fuel their fires too. Without it, the Drykas wouldn't be able to sanitize their water, cook their food, or heat their pavilions. It was disgusting for the foriegner, but it was a necessity for the horse-riders. Finding a nice pile of dung, Turrin scrapped it off the ground with a large flat into his cloth pack. When his sack was half way full, he decided not to be greedy and allowed the other Drykas in the area to collect their fuel too.
Walking over to Muncher, he stroked the horses neck and said quietly in Myrian to him, “One day, I promise you boy. You will be carrying firewood to camp instead of bull shyte.”
The horse looked over at the bag of dung being strapped to his saddle bags and shook his head at the smell. Turrin smirked at his companion because he shared the same sediment about hauling shyte around. He respected the culture of the Drykas, but he still had the mindset of a proud eagle rider, so he had a hard time adapting to the fact that he had to light his campfires with cow dung. For the past twenty-four days, the hunter had been missing the smell burning wood in his campfire. He couldn't believe that he would miss something so trivial till he came to Endrykas and had to fuel his fires with cow dung. In his mind, he thought the smell of wood fueled campfires were relaxing and pleasant. It wasn't as pungent as the fires lite with cow feces, so the aroma at night in Endrykas still bothered Turrin. He knew that he would get used it in time, but at this moment, he needed the aroma of burning wood to settle his nerves.
Getting on top of his horse, Turrin grabbed the reigns with his left hand and nudged the flanks of the large animal with his heals. For about a chime or two, the horse just stayed in one place as he kept nudging the horse. Turrin's golden eyes glanced to his sides and noticed that some of the Drykas were trying to hold their snickers as they watched him struggle with his horse. Suddenly a young teenage woman walked over to him with a amused smile on her face and said in broken common, “Hold the Yvas loosely. Tight up grip on yvas; Lift head from grass. You charge of horse.”
Turrin smiled at the teenager and said with a smile, “Thank you for your help.”
The teenager shook her head and said with nod, “People struggle in life.”
Turrin did what the teenager said and tighten the grip on the reigns and lifted the horses head from the grass. Muncher shook his head, but when he nudged the horse with his heel of the boot the horse started to move in the direction that he moved the yvas. The endal smiled at young woman's kindness as he and Muncher moved out of the pasture. Turrin did his best to steer the horse in the direction of the Duskstep Pavilion. It took him longer than it should as Muncher and him zing-zagged to the hunter's pavilion. When he finally got to the front of the pavilion, Turrin got off his horse and patted the beast's neck. He walked the horse over and tied the reigns to the piece of wood with metal rings in it. When the horse was secure, he walked into the tent and saw a old man sitting behind a table. Turrin walked over to him and asked with a smirk on his face, “Where can I find firewood, Ronir?”
The mustache man puffed on his pipe and said in common, “Riverfall.”
“No, I am looking for a place around here to look for firewood.”
The man took the pipe from his month and filled it with some more tobacco, “Well... the only natural place around here where trees grow in abundance is, Kai'Neha Valley.”
“Can you give me the direction?”
“Sure I can, but there rumors that the place is infested with Snarlwings.”
Turrin raised and eyebrow and asked, “Ronir. What the hai is a Snarlwing?”
The old hunter packed his pipe and said with a smirk, “Honestly, I have no idea, but rumors said they are nasty beasts that suck on the blood of livestock and humans alike...”
“Why do I feel like you are full of shyte?”
The old hunter lights his pipe and said with a shrug, “It probably because you're used to the smell because you shoveling it all morning.”
Turrin pressed his lips together as he tried to stifle a laugh because the old man got him there. The warrior chuckled out loud and said with smirk, “What do Snarlwing taste like?”
Ronir looked at him and puffed on his pipe and said simply, “Like chicken...Anyways if your dumb enough to risk your life for firewood in the middle of Cyphrus.”
Turrin just stared him, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Can you draw me a quick map to the location of the valley?"
The old man shook his head, took another puff on his pipe, and said simply, "I can tell you the directions, but Drykas have no need for maps, Inarta."
Turrin pressed his lips together and said with nod, "Fine, I will rely on my memory, Drykas." If the old man was going to emphasis that he was a foreigner, he will just start calling him Drkyas. It was only fair. The former endal asked, "Where is Kai' Neha Valley?"
With the pipe in his month, Ronir seemed like every other hunter that he met in his life. They were arses, and he had to marvel at the fact that all hunters around Mizahar seemed to share the same personality type as Ronir. The older hunter said, "Well you head north to the Bluevien River than you ride east till you reach the mouth of the Arale river on your side of the Bluevien River. Follow the smaller river south till reach a large dead white tree than from that tree ride west till you reach the valley."
When Ronir finished giving him directions, the he added with a smirk on his face, "Just be careful and take some Zibri paddies with you if you need drinking water. Especially if it is hot and humid like today, always boil your drinking water first even if you are thirsty."
“Your going to miss me when I am gone aren't you? That why you want me to come back.”
The old Drykas hunter shook his head and said bluntly, “I have already forgotten you, Inarta.”
When Turrin got back to his camp, he threw his bag of shyte into the back of his wagon and went to clean up before he head out for Kai' Neha Valley. When he came back from washing up,he got dressed for his afternoon excursion. The Inarta was dressed in his standard Endal garb, so he was wearing his burgundy bryda and draped over his shoulders was his hooded katinu. The endal woven the six feathers into his hair. When he was finished, he tied back his long hair with his soft leather strap. When he was finished, he strapped the talon sword and scabbard onto the belt of his right side of his waist. The other side, the endal strapped the throwing ax and the kukri and scabbard to the right side of his waist. If he was going to have to deal with man-killers like the Snarlwings. He was going to be armed to the teeth when he went into the valley. When he started to load quiver, he decided to bring twenty arrows: ten broad tipped arrows, five hunting arrows, three armor piercing arrows, and two fishing arrows.
When Turrin's weaponry was ready, he loaded his short bow along with his camouflage leather armor into the large saddle bags. The hunter packed his: One, Man tent into the bags, along with his flint and steel, his wood splitting axe, compass, archery gloves, fifty feet of rope, bed roll, camouflage tarp, hammock, iron pot, filled water-skin, and weeks worth of iron rations. The hunter was prepared for his quest if he couldn't find his way back to Endrykas. He would just travel west to Riverfall. If he came to the ocean, the akalak city would be either north or south of his position. When Turrin was ready to leave, he rechecked the straps on Muncher's saddle bags and saddle. When he was satisfied they were secured, he got onto his horse, grabbed the reigns like the Drykas teenager taught him, and nudged the horses flanks with his heel and made his way to the ribbon covered pillars in the middle of town.
As Turrin got closer to the center of Endrykas, he got the nagging thought in the back of his head to double check his gear before heading out into the Sea of Grass, so he got off of Muncher and opened his packs and started to make sure that everything was accounted for. He wasn't going to be caught with his pants down in the middle of wilderness. In Wind Reach, he would have Aponivi, his late wind eagle, to remind him to remember equipment, but now he was alone, so he had to rely on his own memory to not forget stuff. As he strapping up his saddle bags, he started to wonder if his personal quest of his will get him killed.
Location: Kai' Neha Valley
Who:Taurina
Walking through the area abandoned by the Zibri herd, the former endal had as frown on his face as he survey the ground for a nice pile of dry Zibri poop. He needed something to fuel his fire, and the only thing the Drykas had plenty of was cow dung. He wasn't the only person surveying the ground for a dry cow paddy either. There were plenty of other Drykas around him cleaning up the fresh and the dry dung from the ground since they needed it to fuel their fires too. Without it, the Drykas wouldn't be able to sanitize their water, cook their food, or heat their pavilions. It was disgusting for the foriegner, but it was a necessity for the horse-riders. Finding a nice pile of dung, Turrin scrapped it off the ground with a large flat into his cloth pack. When his sack was half way full, he decided not to be greedy and allowed the other Drykas in the area to collect their fuel too.
Walking over to Muncher, he stroked the horses neck and said quietly in Myrian to him, “One day, I promise you boy. You will be carrying firewood to camp instead of bull shyte.”
The horse looked over at the bag of dung being strapped to his saddle bags and shook his head at the smell. Turrin smirked at his companion because he shared the same sediment about hauling shyte around. He respected the culture of the Drykas, but he still had the mindset of a proud eagle rider, so he had a hard time adapting to the fact that he had to light his campfires with cow dung. For the past twenty-four days, the hunter had been missing the smell burning wood in his campfire. He couldn't believe that he would miss something so trivial till he came to Endrykas and had to fuel his fires with cow dung. In his mind, he thought the smell of wood fueled campfires were relaxing and pleasant. It wasn't as pungent as the fires lite with cow feces, so the aroma at night in Endrykas still bothered Turrin. He knew that he would get used it in time, but at this moment, he needed the aroma of burning wood to settle his nerves.
Getting on top of his horse, Turrin grabbed the reigns with his left hand and nudged the flanks of the large animal with his heals. For about a chime or two, the horse just stayed in one place as he kept nudging the horse. Turrin's golden eyes glanced to his sides and noticed that some of the Drykas were trying to hold their snickers as they watched him struggle with his horse. Suddenly a young teenage woman walked over to him with a amused smile on her face and said in broken common, “Hold the Yvas loosely. Tight up grip on yvas; Lift head from grass. You charge of horse.”
Turrin smiled at the teenager and said with a smile, “Thank you for your help.”
The teenager shook her head and said with nod, “People struggle in life.”
Turrin did what the teenager said and tighten the grip on the reigns and lifted the horses head from the grass. Muncher shook his head, but when he nudged the horse with his heel of the boot the horse started to move in the direction that he moved the yvas. The endal smiled at young woman's kindness as he and Muncher moved out of the pasture. Turrin did his best to steer the horse in the direction of the Duskstep Pavilion. It took him longer than it should as Muncher and him zing-zagged to the hunter's pavilion. When he finally got to the front of the pavilion, Turrin got off his horse and patted the beast's neck. He walked the horse over and tied the reigns to the piece of wood with metal rings in it. When the horse was secure, he walked into the tent and saw a old man sitting behind a table. Turrin walked over to him and asked with a smirk on his face, “Where can I find firewood, Ronir?”
The mustache man puffed on his pipe and said in common, “Riverfall.”
“No, I am looking for a place around here to look for firewood.”
The man took the pipe from his month and filled it with some more tobacco, “Well... the only natural place around here where trees grow in abundance is, Kai'Neha Valley.”
“Can you give me the direction?”
“Sure I can, but there rumors that the place is infested with Snarlwings.”
Turrin raised and eyebrow and asked, “Ronir. What the hai is a Snarlwing?”
The old hunter packed his pipe and said with a smirk, “Honestly, I have no idea, but rumors said they are nasty beasts that suck on the blood of livestock and humans alike...”
“Why do I feel like you are full of shyte?”
The old hunter lights his pipe and said with a shrug, “It probably because you're used to the smell because you shoveling it all morning.”
Turrin pressed his lips together as he tried to stifle a laugh because the old man got him there. The warrior chuckled out loud and said with smirk, “What do Snarlwing taste like?”
Ronir looked at him and puffed on his pipe and said simply, “Like chicken...Anyways if your dumb enough to risk your life for firewood in the middle of Cyphrus.”
Turrin just stared him, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Can you draw me a quick map to the location of the valley?"
The old man shook his head, took another puff on his pipe, and said simply, "I can tell you the directions, but Drykas have no need for maps, Inarta."
Turrin pressed his lips together and said with nod, "Fine, I will rely on my memory, Drykas." If the old man was going to emphasis that he was a foreigner, he will just start calling him Drkyas. It was only fair. The former endal asked, "Where is Kai' Neha Valley?"
With the pipe in his month, Ronir seemed like every other hunter that he met in his life. They were arses, and he had to marvel at the fact that all hunters around Mizahar seemed to share the same personality type as Ronir. The older hunter said, "Well you head north to the Bluevien River than you ride east till you reach the mouth of the Arale river on your side of the Bluevien River. Follow the smaller river south till reach a large dead white tree than from that tree ride west till you reach the valley."
When Ronir finished giving him directions, the he added with a smirk on his face, "Just be careful and take some Zibri paddies with you if you need drinking water. Especially if it is hot and humid like today, always boil your drinking water first even if you are thirsty."
“Your going to miss me when I am gone aren't you? That why you want me to come back.”
The old Drykas hunter shook his head and said bluntly, “I have already forgotten you, Inarta.”
When Turrin got back to his camp, he threw his bag of shyte into the back of his wagon and went to clean up before he head out for Kai' Neha Valley. When he came back from washing up,he got dressed for his afternoon excursion. The Inarta was dressed in his standard Endal garb, so he was wearing his burgundy bryda and draped over his shoulders was his hooded katinu. The endal woven the six feathers into his hair. When he was finished, he tied back his long hair with his soft leather strap. When he was finished, he strapped the talon sword and scabbard onto the belt of his right side of his waist. The other side, the endal strapped the throwing ax and the kukri and scabbard to the right side of his waist. If he was going to have to deal with man-killers like the Snarlwings. He was going to be armed to the teeth when he went into the valley. When he started to load quiver, he decided to bring twenty arrows: ten broad tipped arrows, five hunting arrows, three armor piercing arrows, and two fishing arrows.
When Turrin's weaponry was ready, he loaded his short bow along with his camouflage leather armor into the large saddle bags. The hunter packed his: One, Man tent into the bags, along with his flint and steel, his wood splitting axe, compass, archery gloves, fifty feet of rope, bed roll, camouflage tarp, hammock, iron pot, filled water-skin, and weeks worth of iron rations. The hunter was prepared for his quest if he couldn't find his way back to Endrykas. He would just travel west to Riverfall. If he came to the ocean, the akalak city would be either north or south of his position. When Turrin was ready to leave, he rechecked the straps on Muncher's saddle bags and saddle. When he was satisfied they were secured, he got onto his horse, grabbed the reigns like the Drykas teenager taught him, and nudged the horses flanks with his heel and made his way to the ribbon covered pillars in the middle of town.
As Turrin got closer to the center of Endrykas, he got the nagging thought in the back of his head to double check his gear before heading out into the Sea of Grass, so he got off of Muncher and opened his packs and started to make sure that everything was accounted for. He wasn't going to be caught with his pants down in the middle of wilderness. In Wind Reach, he would have Aponivi, his late wind eagle, to remind him to remember equipment, but now he was alone, so he had to rely on his own memory to not forget stuff. As he strapping up his saddle bags, he started to wonder if his personal quest of his will get him killed.