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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi:
2/1/2018 10:30:13 AM
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[i]The Hoarse Man watched the flames on stage, their reflection visible in his eyes. He listened intently and turned on his heel to face her, the boot scraping on the ground as he did so. A name had floated into his thoughts, his own name.[/i]
"Iberhim, 'Flame of the Desert' in your tongue. A humble name, it carries not much unlike yours."
[i]Iberhim had told the Trayven with crossed legs, his right hand sticking out and his left over his heart as he bowed.[/i]
"I too suffer from being 'out of the loop' as you call it. Being buried alive and arising in an unfamiliar locale does that to one."
[i]He spoke with honesty, caring not to hide much. The man gripped his scepter as he turned once more to face the charred criminals.[/i]
"I do not pity those people, the punishment is just.
Tell me Madam, why do you carry a name of what I can presume to be great power here, yet you are stuck in a wheelchair not fit for one such as yourself? I believe you deserve to get something more comfortable at the very least."
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"My name carries nothing, only my actions carry weight. And.. this has been the first day that I've been awake. My eyes fluttered open to greet my sister, seizing power.. my lover, returned from journeys abroad, and death by fire." [i]The Trayven woman would brush her thin hands together as she would then turn her gaze to the man who stood taller than her, no surprise there. She would bow her head still. Something of a polite courtesy, or act.[/i] "Perhaps we are both alike. Out of the loop and all. Though my comfort is.. sustained, I suppose. Thank you for showing care for one such as I, however. Though.. buried alive? Forgive me for my naivety, sir.. but I would hope that those individuals are long gone?"
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 2/3/2018 1:01:58 PM"If you say you are comfortable, then I believe you. You are welcome." [i]He said with a turn to face the crippled lady with a slight smile, though it most likely went unnoticed due to the beard.[/i] "No apology is necessary Miss Freya. For I too wonder if they have gotten what they needed... though it is odd in a way. This scepter was made with ivory from an elephant tusk, pure rubies mark this tool. I am quite surprised they did not take it for themselves and sold it." [i]He cаressed the scepter with his free hand, feeling each groove purely out of boredom. The scepter had many practical uses and had served Iberhim over the years, he was quite fond of it.[/i] "Perhaps it is for the best they did not take it, otherwise I would have not made it through those chilling woods with it acting as a crutch. I hope you and your beloved have reconnected since then, you must have been out for quite some time for a sibling to assume leadership. Granted I know very little about Trayven so I cannot comment on that, forgive me if I am wrong about that."
