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Post by Nintendo Mastah on May 9, 2018 14:08:28 GMT -4
The sun was descending far in the horizon, going down beneath the mountains. Idun was walking calmly and slowly, as she always did, a slightly dreamy expression on her face. She was barefoot (as always) and seemed lost in thought. As she gently stepped over a bunch of twigs to avoid snapping them, she spotted civilzation in the horizon. "Jet", she began, her voice slow and dreamy as well. This was often the case with her, it was as if her conciousness was elsewhere, perhaps it was as well, who knew with farseers? The only exception was when she was angry, then her voice was thunderous as a storm, but she rarely WAS angry.
"Jag ser en by i horisonten", she said. "Detta blir vårat första möte med så kallad civilisation..Hur tror du dem är, tror du dem klär sig konstigt?". Her tone was as calm as always, though with hint of curiosity and excitement. Idun had a tendency to be serious most of the time, but once in a while she became curious and adventurous, and this was one of those occasions, as she was about to experience something completely new. It was exciting! She glanced over to her traveling companion, gauging his reaction.
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Post by Dorn Koon on May 9, 2018 15:55:18 GMT -4
"Jag vet" Jet commented, stifling a yawn and stretching his arms over his head. "Jag har kännt often av dem ett tag nu. Det finns hästar där borta, och... annat. Luktar... konstigt" He scratched himself on the side of the nose and shoot Idun one of his bright cocky grins. But he expression changed a little as he reflected on her words further, he looked a little uncertain, inquisitive even. "...uhh... Idun... vad är civilisation? och, varför är den så kallad?" The way he asked it showed that he really had no idea what she meant with that choice of word. One could say a few things about Jet Stormbreaker, he was a nice boy, he was a very durable and strong young man, but he had never been very bright. He also was the kind of person to wear all his emotions on his sleeves (even if he had none in a physical sense). One could always see what he was feeling if he was angry, sad, happy, confused or worried. "Jag vet inte" Was his only reply on her question about what people at the village was like, he really did not know and he was not much for using his imagination, he just treated things as he saw them without the need to imagine what they might be like.
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Post by Nintendo Mastah on May 9, 2018 16:31:05 GMT -4
Horses? Idun hadn't seen many horses. One or two sure, she had even tried riding one once, it was terrifying. The animals were fascinating to her, but she was a little scared of them. When Jet asked what civilization was, she gave him an ever so slight smile. "Civilisation.. Det innebär att de tror de är mer framstående än vad vi är, mer.. intelligenta. Det betyder inte att de är dåliga personer, men de har andra traditioner och beteenden än vad vi har, och de kommer förmodligen se OSS som konstiga, även om vi vet att det är DE som är konstiga".
As the duo arrived at the village the first person to see them were a pair of children who stopped and stared at them, wide-eyed, curious and confused before running away to their parents, telling them about two weirdos at the end of the village.
Idun stopped at the entrance to the village and looked around. What a strange place! The houses were so needlessly large, how impractical, and there were SO many of them! They were built from stone? Even more strange, all the people.. They were clad in such strange garbs. She stifled a snort of laughter at their outfits, one of them wore green, blue and yellow! He looked like some sort of strutting bird with a feathery plume! She raised an eyebrow inquistively as they were approached by an armed man. Now, despite the differences in customs and such, Idun wasn't stupid, and assumed that this man was certainly some sort of warrior for this tribe.
'Greetings. Welcome to Hylia Village', he began. Idun blinked. Of course she was prepared that they would speak Hylian, but she hadn't expected them to approach them at all. "Ehrm.. H-Hello", Idun began, the words sounding strange and foreign in her mouth and she stuttered them, as she was a bit out of practice. "I.. I am Idun. He is Jet", she said, motioning at her friend. "We want meet your chieftain.. Where we find him?", she asked, thankful it wasn't Jet doing the talking, his Hylian was TERRIBLE, despite Iduns best efforts to train him.
The man looked a bit confused as he realized these two wanderers didn't speak Hylian very well, but he was still trying his best to assist them. "Cheiftain? You mean our mayor? Over there, the long house", he said, pointing at a tavern. Idun nodded. "Thank you", she replied.
She swept past the man, her cloak flowing gently in the small breeze that had now kicked up. "Jet, den här vägen. Deras hövding bor i det avlånga huset där borta, om jag förstod honom rätt", she said, motioning towards the tavern.
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Post by Dorn Koon on May 9, 2018 17:04:28 GMT -4
"Åhh" Jet responded, hitting himself in the palm of the hand with a fist. "Jag tror jag förstår..." He turned silent, as he was trying to figure out if he really did understand or not. Civilization, sure sounded like a strange word, why would one want to value things based on intelligence. "Men, tänk om det är VI som är konstiga?" He scratched himself on the side of the head. "Världen är konstig..."
The barbarian curiously examined the children that were looking at them when they arrived at the village, he had never seen children outside the tribes where he grew up, and they... did look like children, in the general shape and size. But before he could inquire from them where to find the chief of the village they ran away. These people, they looked... like birds, like the colourful birds in the forest, with outfits made of a material he had never seen before. It did not look like fur or pelt. Jet made no secret that he was starring, and his attention was pulled to all the weird things he saw. Unlike Idun, he was not limited by what he could see, but also what he could smell. This village had a lot of weird scents that he had never encountered before. It was... he tried to find a word for it, it was so.... clean? Like, he could take a path at times, but it was like many here had washed away their natural musk.
He watched as the guard came over, examining him cautiously, it could be a trap, one was never certain in the land of strangers. But, from the things he said, it did not seem like he was there to attack them. Good... for him! Jet narrowed his eyes at the person in iron, why was he dressed in.... iron. He could not run and hunt like that, maybe he had another function. That had to be it.
Jet looked at the man a few moments after Idun left, but he quickly joined up with her as they moved towards the longhouse where this supposed... mayor person could be found. "Mayor...." He said lowly to himself, tasting the word in his mouth when he said it. He did not get much of the conversation Idun had, she was so much smarter than him, but he did get some of it. "Du är smart Idun, jag är säker på att du förstod honom rätt" He assured her, saying it with no small amount of conviction.
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Post by Nintendo Mastah on May 9, 2018 17:39:15 GMT -4
Idun smiled at Jet's compliment as she headed towards the Mayor's house that the ironman had told her about. Why would anyone dress in iron? It was a strange choice, but who was she to judge what these strange people wore. "Du smickrar mig, Jet. Mina kunskaper i deras språk är ännu inte fullvärdiga, men jag försöker. Ska vi se om denna 'mayor' de pratar om, jag antar att det är hans namn, går med på att låta oss stanna över natten? Vi har ingen gåva med oss, men förhoppningsvis kan vi komma på något sätt att återgälda deras gästvänlighet".
As they arrived at the house in question, there was an iron woman this time, standing outside the house. "We here to see Cheiftain Mayor", said Idun, believing this tribe's leader's name to be mayor.
The woman in iron giggled a little and nodded. "I will go talk to him", she said and went inside. Idun waited patiently in place. She closed her eyes and chanted lowly in the ancient language taught by her mentors, using her shamanistic magic known as Seiðr. After her quick little chant, she opened her eyes. "Jag känner att vårt möte kommer gå väl", she said. "Denna 'mayor' är inte lika stark som du, Jet, det vet jag ingen som är, och verkar inte vara någon krigare. Jag tror de styr sin klan med visdom, inte styrka. Underskatta honom inte för det. Dessa män och kvinnor i järn är inte snabba, men de är tåliga.".
In her vision she saw Cheiftain Mayor, the man they were about to meet, and his family as well. He seemed like a nice enough man, but he seemed to ONLY rely on wisdom, no strength? While it wasn't unheard of, it was a bit strange. She didn't see a single weapon in her vision. Perhaps he too was connected to the spirits, or maybe with nature? From what she had seen he had no such talents at all, which confused her and she had to verify when they met. Surely they wouldn't let someone who couldn't fight at all lead them?
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Post by Dorn Koon on May 9, 2018 17:58:03 GMT -4
When Idun talked about them not having a gift for the chieftain his eyes went slightly wide. "Det glömde jag, så oartigt att vi inte hade med oss en gåva. Jag visste jag skulle ha fält något byte på vägen hit, en päls hade varit en bra gåva." He muttered, doing so more to himself than to his companion. He really did think he should have done some hunting before getting here, and a pelt would haver been a nice gift to give.
Jet was still stuck in his own thoughts as they arrived to the large house, trying to find out what he might do that would be honorable. So he let Idun talk and asked for this chief Mayor, he sounded like a mighty warrior. Maybe he would be terribly offended, and then he might have to fight him. Could he win? Maybe? But what if not... would they hurt Idun?!
His attention returned to Idun once the shaman was done with her magic, listening to her words. "Sååå... han är gammal?" Old age was the only thing he could think about that might excuse not being strong, a young chieftain could be both strong and wise, he knew that. If he was old, then it should be fine, old people should not eat too much raw meat from large beasts... so mama told him once, they should be treated with respect and always get the nice tender meat... from small birds and critters. Maybe horse? Was horse meat tender? As he reflected on this his gaze wandered towards the area where he could feel the scent of horse, it did smell good. But, it was not his horses, so it would be rude.
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Post by Nintendo Mastah on May 9, 2018 18:52:39 GMT -4
"Det är han, men jag kan se att han har två barn, en son och en dotter, sonen är en metallman, så jag antar att denne är en krigare. Men vi är inte här för att utmana någon klan, vi är här för att lära oss mer om det mörkret jag skådat i mina visioner. Mina lärare lärde mig Seiðr av en anledning, för att jag skulle kunna se kommande hot, och vägleda krigare som dig så att du kan utrota dessa innan de blir för starka. Vi behöver någonstans att sova i natt, så försök att inte utmana deras hövding, okej?".
As the iron woman returned, she motioned for the duo to follow. "Kom, Jet, vi får träffa deras hövding". They were lead inside the house, and Idun was stunned once they stepped through the door. They had wood on the floor, and pieces of cloth scattered everywhere on top of it. They had carvings that were not on the walls, but in frames, and other very odd things! She looked up and down, back and forth in this place, and was intrigued by everything she saw. How strange it was, this place!
As they walked across the floor (Idun noticed the iron woman's look as she realized Idun and Jet were dragging mud inside with their bare feet), she decided her excitement for all these new and fascinating things would have to wait. When meeting a chieftain, one had to be respectful and act properly.
They were lead into the Chieftain's quarters, where he sat behind some strange wooden box. It was strange. Usually, their meetings were around a campfire or in the chieftain's throne room, this was probably their version of it, but it was very strange. What a small throne the man had, and the box infront of him.. What was it for?
"Greetings!", he said. "I am Mayor Bines, what brings you two weary travelers to our lovely village?". He was talking rather fast, and Idun had troubles keeping up, so she mostly stared at him looking a little uncomfortable and confused.
The iron woman hurried behind the strange box and whispered something to Chieftain Mayor Bines. It then dawned on the mayor that the two visitors didn't speak very good Hylian, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "Hello. I am Mayor Bines", he simply said. NOW Idun could keep up, and she curtsied graciously before the man, motioning for Jet to salute him as well.
"H-hello", said Idun, stammering not because she was nervous (she usually was the one doing diplomatic tasks for her tribe anyway so she was used to speak to chieftains, but it was the darn language that made her uncertain). "I am Idun. This is Jet. I am shaman and see terrible visions of darkness, great evil". So far it was going decently, she took a deep breath and continued. "We travel Hyrule to learn more, but we want to stay here for the night. Can we? We have not brought a gift, forgive us. Perhaps we can trade?".
The Mayor was a patient and understanding man, and quite impressed with Idun's language skills. Wise as he was (he had a few years on his shoulders, after all), he had heard of the Lomei, and considering their clothes and mannerisms, these two were DEFINETLY Lomei barbarians. How interesting! He had never actually met any before, and he was as intrigued by them as they were by him.
"You do not need to give me a gift", he said with a pleasant smile. "And you can stay for the night! My soldiers.. My.. Warriors.. will show you where you can stay", he said, trying to use words he guessed would be easier for her to comprehend. "So you are a shaman, Idun?", he asked. "What exactly does a shaman do?".
Idun smiled. He wanted to know what she could do? "Yes I am shaman, I see things. Visions. Your son, Amos, how is he?", Idun simply asked, and the Mayor was dumbstruck. How did she know he had a son named Amos? He was confused (and a little worried that she knew that) but he determined that these stranger in front of him probably meant no harm (besides, that nasty bodyguard she had with her looked like he could smash the entire building with his bare hands, and he didn't want any trouble).
"You can stay, follow my warrior, she will show you", he simply said. Idun understood that very clearly, and curtsied yet again. "Thank you, Chieftain Mayor Bines", she replied, and the man stifled a chuckle.
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Post by Dorn Koon on May 11, 2018 8:59:16 GMT -4
Jet only replied to her words with a frown, followed by a short nod, it did not seem odd in his eyes that he would challenge a leader to a duel. If anything as a sign of respect, but he did not think Idun would understand his logic if he tried to explain how important that was. Even so, the end of the world would be a little more urgent, but if he was the one in charge of this tribe, than he could help all the more.... right? As for the sleeping, he could have just found a bush and been comfortable there. As the warrior female returned to escort them, he followed.
When Idun noticed the look they were getting from the woman, Jet saw none of that, he was to busy looking at all the weird things he saw inside of the house. He could see the comfort with a place like this, wooden floor to keep it dry. But tightly packed dirt would not be that different in his view. He stopped walking as his eyes found one of the drawings on the wall, it looked so lifelike. It was as if he was looking at a forest from a hole... in the wall. The barbarian tilted his head slightly to the side, but there was no time to examine it further as he did not want to fall behind. Did the people used those to travel? Magic? Was that was Idun meant with civilization? So many questions.
As for this Chief Mayor person, Jet could not say that he found him that impressive. He did not look like a warrior (which Idun had explained) and his age did not appear to be that impressive, he also lacked any kind of magificent decorations that would indicate old age, and a life spent to earn the respect of his tribe. Unless they did something else to show rank? He could understand showing a collection of horns, antlers and pelts as a way to impress. He would need to reflect on this, maybe, he could get a tribe like this for himself? But he would need to find a chieftain that was more like a warrior, it would be more honorable that way.
What followed was Jet's attempt to keep up with the conversation between Idun and the Chieftain. It, was difficult, and there was several words he did not know, even when they talked slowly. He hit himself on the chest with one of his fists as a salute. But, it seemed like he was going to let them stay there for free? "No" He spoke up when it looked like the conversation was over. "We... not want..." There was a pause as he looked to Idun, as if trying to remember the words she told him. "free." His gaze returned back to the man behind the box. Jet was not comfortable with the idea of taking charity, a trade had to be done fairly. "Honour.... important." He frowned deeply, before nodding. "Jet hunt big beast for... pay. Meat, pelt, bone... yes?" After he said this, he waited for a reaction. Hopefully they would let him hunt and pay for the night.
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Post by Nintendo Mastah on May 12, 2018 17:05:08 GMT -4
Idun didn't interfere when Jet asked to help. It was his way, and she didn't mind either. She glanced over at Chieftain Mayor Brines to see his reaction. The man in question looked perplexed, but then smiled. "Okay", he said, still trying to use small words. "You can help. Go meet my hunters outside, they will inform you of a good place to hunt".
Idun turned to face her comrade. "Det glädjer mig att se att du upprätthåller din heder, min vän. Om du inte förstod så har Hövding Borgmästare Brines sina egna jägare, tala med dem så tipsar de dig om bra ställen att jaga".
She turned back to Brines again. "I take offer. I follow warrior", she simply said and followed the soldier outside to be led to the place where she could sleep. On their way out she spoke to Jet. "Jag går till sovplatsen de har erbjudit oss, väl där ska jag be en bön till Draken för god jakt, kom sedan tillbaka. Imorgon ger vi oss av igen. Under natten kommer jag drömma om vart vi ska härnäst, jag känner det på mig".
The guard was visually intrigued by the strange language the two spoke, and she could hardly contain the excitement of having two Lomei barbarians in the village!
As they walked through the cozy little village, the rumor had spread and people were curious. As they arrived at the local inn, the innkeeper, a larg, loud man with a smashing moustache welcomed them. "WELCOME!", he splurted out, so loud that Idun opened her eyes wide with surprise and took a harder grip on her staff, almost expecting the man to attack her. When she realized he didn't, she smiled sheepishly at him and bowed lightly. "YOU MUST BE THE EXOTIC GUESTS!", he bellowed. "I'VE GOT ROOMS FOR YA! THIS WAY!".
Strangely, his loud voice almost made it easier for Idun to understand him, and she nodded, finishing with a "Thank you. I am honored", after he handed her her key and she entered her room.
What a STRANGE room! She was used to a fold on the ground and some pillows to sleep. These people seemed to have some wooden contraptions with four legs and cloth on it. Idun tried it out. By the Boar, it was comfortable! But she could not sleep yet, she had promised Jet to make a ritual. From her purse she brought out various animal bones and some incense. She placed the bones in a circle with the incense around it, lit it and began chanting her seiðr magic. Performing a ritual, or more of a prayer, to bestow good luck upon Jet and his hunt.
Once the ritual was finished, Idun was completely drained. They had walked for so long, they were in unexplored lands (for them), it took effort to understand the new language and all. Idun placed her staff to the side of her bed and almost as soon as she lie upon the blanket (Not understanding you were supposed to be UNDER it), she fell asleep.
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Post by Dorn Koon on May 12, 2018 17:36:47 GMT -4
He got as far as the okay, that much he did understand. But what followed was largely unknown to the young barbarian, something about hunters outside, and a good place to hunt. Those things he understood, but he was not sure what the connection was. Thankfully Idun was there to explain what the Mayor had said once the two was outside of the building. "Vi passerade ett spår tidigare, strax innan byn. Vildsvin, jag kan nog hitta spåret och följa det..." He replied slowly, thinking about how he might best hunt the beast. He examined Idun for a moment, then he nodded. "Med din bön kommer jag lyckas..." With that said the young barbarian took off, and he did not bother to speak with the hunters on where to hunt.
*two hours later*
When Jet returned, he was not empty-handed. He was carrying a large boar over his shoulders. Even he looked visibly tired from the exercise. Carrying a massive boar was a feat in itself, as they were not known for their lightweight. The young barbarian carried the beast over to the mayor's house and dumped it with the hunters he had been told about earlier. "Hunt did. We paid..." He said slowly, and leaving before giving any of the time to reflect on what he said or attempt to start a conversation.
Jet followed the scent of Idun to the area where she was, catching his share of glances as he walked past. His encounter with the excited Innkeeper mostly contained him looking at the man sternly until the man gave up on trying to get him to talk and just showed him to the right room. Not that he could not find it on his own. Once inside he found Idun sleeping on... some kind of sleeping thing. There was one for him to, and so he walked over in order to examine it more closely. It was... soft. He sat down on it, then he laid down. Yes, it was very soft. Unlike Idun, he could not sleep, he tried to close his eyes... he tossed and turned. But nothing helped. It was too soft, he could not sleep on this thing. He did not like it! In the end, the young barbarian growled to himself and left the bed. He pulled off the blankets, the linen and pillows, before building himself a "nest" in a corner of the room. He examined his creation with satisfaction before rolling up on it, finally falling asleep.
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