Jungle
A number of small trees here aren't that much taller than the heavy undergrowth.
Carved on a nearby tree is some writing. It reads “A beautiful red and orange yurt has been erected here for the birthday party. The view over edge of The Greater Raktam lands are breathtaking. Happy Birthday Lt. Commander Firel.”
monaliza smiles with a twinkle in her eye. "
You say “I do love parties.”
Iwashere says “Well would you fancy that, it's the trader man. I'd say I didn't expect to see you here, but seeing as this is your own party and all...” with a slight accent.
Lt. Commander Firel says “Ah, the mercenary who I keep patching up! How's your old leg wound, doing better?” with a slight accent.
monaliza smiles and says, "Happy Birthday, Lt. Commander Firel," she points to a stack of beautifully wrapped presents on a table at the right side of the yurt.
You give a gourd of mango wine to Lt. Commander Firel .
You give a rifle to Lt. Commander Firel .
You whisper to Lt. Commander Firel , “*nudges* could you make a bit more space?”
Lt. Commander Firel grins widely. 'I say, thank you very much. I'll take good care of this rifle."
Lt. Commander Firel uncorks the wine bottle. "A toast to Shartak; this island which, even through two years of searching, still has no food to eat."
Lt. Commander Firel says “And a toast to good old George W. Poor sod.”
Lt. Commander Firel pauses for a moment. 'By food, I meant meat. I'm a strict meat-itarian.
Lt. Commander Firel drinks more wine and nearly falls over.
Nokomis bows "Hello my Queen and a very happy game birthday to you Lt. Commander"
Lt. Commander Firel says “Swarm! Long time no see!” with a slight accent.
Swarm chokes on the berries and starts gagging
Swarm passes out
Lt. Commander Firel nods at Nokomis. "I don't believe we've met, ma'am, but it's a pleasure to see you here."
Lt. Commander Firel starts CPR on Swarm.
Nokomis eyes start to shine a bright silver watching Swarm wondering if he will die or not.
Swarm says “AARRGRGG” with a slight accent.
You hear Swarm whisper “AAARRG” with a slight accent.
You hear Lt. Commander Firel whisper “Oh, right. D'oh. 4 slots now.”
Swarm gags and coughs up a mushy berry reaking of tiger piss
Nokomis 's head turns to Lt. Commander and nods
Nokomis watches Swarm with intense silver eyes but then gets a hold herself.
Nokomis sits her pack down and sit down beside it and makes herself comfortable to wait for her dancing partner who is directional challenged to show up.
Swarm doesn't have a dancing partner. Then again, Swarm can't dance for his life
A'din Dkari says “It would seem I found my way here, finally.”
A'din Dkari sits down against the mountainside, weary from walking in circles.
Caranae places her left palm to her right shoulder. "Ay, sister Nokomis. I have finally found my way."
Caranae beams a wicked smile at the other present before she seats herself on the ground. Her eyes glow slightly as she hums under her breath. She appears to go into a medatative state.
Nokomis sighs upon hearing Caranae's voice but does not open her eyes but continues to meditate.
Caranae 's eyes flash silver as her head shifts slightly towards Lt. Commander Fire. She nods and smiles.
Caranae shifts her gaze to the Queen and she nods her head in respect.
You hear Caranae whisper “I apologize for my rudeness. I should have greeted you much sooner, but I am afraid I was worse for wear by the time I made it hear. It is a pleasure to see you again.”
Swarm pulls a couch out of the cliff and sits on it
You give a rifle to Lt. Commander Firel .
You give a silver skull cross to Lt. Commander Firel .
You give a smokey crystal to Lt. Commander Firel .
Nokomis says “This is for you FIRE| to help celebrate your game birthday”
Caranae steps forward and eyes everyone. She looks around and finally finds a clearing big enough to satisfy her. She nods to her companion.
Nokomis finds a large enough rock to use as a seat. She pulls a pack from over her shoulders and slides out a pair of drums. Placing them between her legs she makes herself comfortable.
Nokomis begins to hit the drums with the palms of her hands. The noise fills the air and her eyes begin to glow a bright silver.
Caranae pulls the cord of her tigerpelt cloak and wiggles her shoulders as she slides the garment off of her and onto the ground. She moves her hips back and forth slowly to the beat.
Caranae begins to move her feet in time. Small seashell anklets clack together as she does, interacting with the drums and making the beat more hypnotic.
Nokomis grins as she sees Caranae pull her ritual dagger from her belt. She continues the rhythm and glances about.
Caranae lifts her ritual dagger and mumbles an ancient ritual as her hips sway and her feet shift with the drums.
Caranae sighs a little as she is unable to summon a spirit to her. She turns towards Swarm with a wicked grin on her face.
Caranae dances her way towards the man and stares into his eyes. The clacking of her shells making his head numb. Her eyes glow silver and she begins to pull a smokey substance from Swarm.
Nokomis gives a short laugh as a spirit appears in the clearing. She speeds up the banging of the drums.
Caranae smiles at the spirt moving her arms within it, shifting her feet as she moves her entire body within it.
Caranae says “Please assist me for a short time. We need your essence for the dance of the elements.”
Nokomis mouths "elements?" and then rolls her eyes. She switches up the tempo on the drums, making the beats further apart. The noise appears to be almost airy, rather then the heavy resonating sound.
Caranae slides her body through the spirit. She pokes her fingertip with her dagger before placing it back on her belt. Blood wells to the surface and Caranae's eyes glow silver as she concentrates.
Caranae says “me makes a small trail of smoke rise from her tiny wound, balling it up in her fist as she dances through the spirit. The spirit becoming visible as the smoke from her hand mixes with the ether.”
Nokomis watches the spirit become visual smoke, pulsing and flying about Caranae with the breeze. She picks up the pace of the drums.
Caranae licks her lips slightly as she moves her legs faster with the drumbeat. She stomps her feet on the ground and writhes her arms in the air, moving and pulling at the drifting smoke.
Caranae snaps her fingers as she moves past the spirit-smoke. It quickly becomes a tiny twister moving around her as she continues her dance.
Caranae snaps her fingers again and the twister pulses silver. The smoke appears to work its way into a thread of light which Caranae becons over to her as she sways her body.
Nokomis steadys the tempo, making the tone more dark and mysterious as she changes the palm beats on the drum sides.
Caranae 's arms move in a cadence all their own, lifting them above her head. She intertwines them as the silver thread winds up and down her left and right arm, growing larger as the smoke disappears.
Nokomis watches as the silver thread twists its way down Caranae's torso and down to her rythmically swaying hips. She pounds the drums faster, forcing the beat.
Caranae shakes her hips double to the beat. Her feet pick up speed and her anklets add their noise to the hypnotic music.
Caranae pulls the silver thread with her hand as the smokey spirit finally disappears entirly into it. She twirls the light, balling up the thread quickly and sliding it up her body and into her grasp.
Nokomis begins to tap one of her own feet on the ground as she keeps the low booming beat on the drums. The noise from her added note gets louder and makes the rhythm more complicated.
Caranae holds the ball of light in front of her with both hands as she moves her way towards Lt. Commander Fire|. Her hips keep up the doubled beat and her feet move in complicated patterns.
Caranae sways her hips in front of Fire|, turning her back to him. She arcs backward and holds the ball of light in front of his face, grinning wickedly at him from upside down.
Nokomis begins to slow the pounding drums. Her eyes glow in anticipation as she adds a more complicated beat to the dance.
Caranae lays the ball of light in Fire|'s lap and pulls herself up from her near backbend. Her whole body moves more slowly as she clacks out a counterbeat to the drums.
Caranae sways her arms and hips in oposition as she almost encircles Fire|. The silver ball takes the appearance of flames in his lap as, without touching, Caranae slides her arms around his head.
Caranae moves her way slowly around to the back of Fire| and she pulls the silver flames with her. The fire grows as she lifts her arms about his head and calls it up his body.
Nokomis slows the rhythm further, making the low booming drum echo through the air. She smiles as she sees the fire consume the man in heatless flames.
Nokomis waits for the flames to engulf Lt. Commander Firel entirely before she pounds her heavy drum loudly in a last resonating tone. The rhythm stopping completely, leaving the mountain top in silence.
Caranae snaps her fingers with the final boom and the fire instantly becomes smoke. She smiles wickedly at Fire| as she moves almost silently around him towards the open area once more.
Caranae begins a slow clanking beat with her feet as she calls the smoke to her with her arms. She nods towards Nokomis.
Nokomis starts another low complex rhythm on the drums. The mixture of the barely audible drums and the slight click of the shells give an impression of rain.ving the mountain top in silence.
Caranae slowly sways her body, making a wave of her arms, and rolling it down her torso and to her legs. She continues to move her limbs and stomach, seeming to imitate a slow tide.
Caranae lifts the smoke into the air and snaps her fingers. Silver drops fall from the sky, creating a shower of ether. As they hit the ground they become smoke, rise to the air, and fall again.
Nokomis turns the tinkling drum beats into a heavy storm. The ether drops become fewer and fewer as they cycle through. Soon she is hitting the drums in a loud resonating rhythm.
Nokomis smiles as the sound of the drums take on a heartbeat quality. Piercing the body and making the blood react. Her eyes glow as she looks around at those present.
Caranae makes her body heavy as the silver drops hit the ground for the last time. She crouches and begins to slam her feet. With each hit of her foot a silvery tree springs to life from the ground.
Caranae dances low among the trees as they become a miniture forest in the clearing. Each tree only half the size of a grown man.
Nokomis slows the drums, keeping them low and dark.
Caranae stalks among the trees. She finds the spot where her tigerpelt cloak had fallen and she works her way towards it.
Caranae picks up her cloak and wraps it around her, sitting on the ground.
Nokomis allows the beat to get slower and slower as the trees of the spirit forest die off one by one. The drums come to a complete stop.
Caranae pulls a gourd from inside her pelt and holds it up. The silvery smoke quickly sucks inside as she corks the gourd and sighs.
Nokomis places her drums back in her pack and sits down next to the dancer. She eyes the gourd.
Caranae says “Yeah, yeah. I am too tired to argue right now.”
Caranae hands the gourd to Nokomis.
Nokomis takes a large swig from the gourd and her eyes flash. Her skin appears to smooth further as she smiles and hands the gourd back.
Nokomis says “Cold day in hell when you let me have the first drink. Must have been an uncooperative spirit. ”
Caranae says “Can't let the hag get too haggered. I know how you like to keep up appearances.”
Caranae laughs as she drinks from the gourd.
Lt. Commander Firel applauds loudly, breaking the silence following the performance. "Top hole, you two, absolutely capital!
You give a bottle of banana juice to Nokomis .
You give a bottle of mango juice to Caranae .
You give a gourd of pumpkin juice to Lt. Commander Firel .
You give a bottle of banana juice to Swarm .
You give a gourd of pumpkin juice to A'din Dkari .
You give a bottle of mango juice to Iwashere .
Baraka makes his way to the gathering and walks over to Lt. Commander Firel. "On the behalf of the Royal Court I congratulate you!" He hands over some gifts to Firel...
Baraka turns to Monaliza. "Well honey, shall we sing to him?"
monaliza turns to he beloved and smiles, "yes dear."
Baraka makes his way over to her and turns to Firel. "Lt. Commander Firel, my Queen and I have decided to sing to you and we hope that you will enjoy it."
monaliza takes Baraka's hand into her own and squeezes as she turns and smiles to him. "ready whevever you are."
You identify the gold skull necklace as a gold skull necklace created for the wedding of Baraka and Monaliza on the day of the equinox.
Baraka clears his throat again and goes into Frank Sinatra mode. He tips his crown a bit to the left and swings his heavy club around. "Happy bithday to you...happy birthday to you..."
monaliza flings her hair to the side and smiles brightly. She adds, "Happy Birthday dear Firel".
Baraka quickly proceeds and finishes the song. "Haaaappy birthday toooo....yooooou!"
monaliza belts out, "and many more!!!!!" with a huge, beautiful smile across her face..
Swarm stares blankly into the sky
Swarm after trying to move, he starts writhing in a horrible pain, spinning a circles and screaming like bloody murder
Swarm grabs his chest; there is light escaping from rips in his flesh
Swarm says “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA” with a slight accent.
Swarm explodes into a dust
monaliza sneezes.
