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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2017 7:54:51 GMT -8
Damocles and Ascalon are greeted only a brief moment after the knock heralding their arrival by Torin Bralor - a sixty five year old human male with closely cropped grey and blonde hair, armored in green beskar'gam with subtle orange flourishes - himself. "Ascalon'ika, Torin greets his Clanswoman warmly, his intent, watchful and lively gaze simultaneously taking in the unfamiliar Mandalorian accompanying her, surreptitiously noting the uniquely styled buy'ce and the colors of the beskar'gam as he tries to read what he can from the way the man carries himself and from his eyes. Nodding a greeting to Ascalon's companion as he reaches out to clasp Ascalon's shoulder companionably, Torin adds, Ner'vod," by way of welcoming her companion as well.
Gesturing with an arm to invite Ascalon and her companion into the area of his vheh'yaim set aside as his primary work space, Torin leads the way to a circular table made of veshok wood, waiting until his guests have been seated to seat himself. The room is comfortable, yet utilitarian; the equipment enabling it to be converted readily into a command center easy enough to spot by those attentive to such details. A tall man, fit for his age, Torin moves with a deceptively languid ease; though a discerning eye will easily detect the confident readiness and preparedness ingrained into his comportment.
Once everyone is seated, Torin asks in Mando'a, his gaze moving from Ascalon to her companion to include both in the question, "Now then, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
A lot could be discerned about the way someone set up their living and work space. The more lavish it was, the more they craved comfort and power. The less there was, the more they cared for their people. Each situation would have prompted a different approach to this conversation. As Damocles seated himself, he placed the backpack upon the table just to his left and waited for Torin to speak. Ascalon then turned to look at Damocles, waiting for the answers he had promised her earlier"The most important of reasons, I assure you Aliit'alor. Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Damocles of aliit Ordo. These are my companions: Escalus, also of aliit Ordo, and Longinus of aliit Fett..."Damocles motioned to Escalus and Longinus in turn. The pair nodding their heads in greeting. He then moved his attention back upon Torin"As with their Aliit'alor's, I have come to you with the same mission... The Clan's have wandered for too long without leadership. Yes, each Clan has gotten by and held itself together by looking inward. But that will only achieve so much. Individually we can survive. But together, we can thrive. By working together and towards the same goal, we can achieve this. But only with someone able to look at every Clan's needs as a whole, and not individually..."Damocles opened the bag then, letting Ascalon and Torin both see the Mask within"We need a new Mand'alor. One capable of leading our people in the right direction. Not into a another bloody crusade with no point. No. We need to rebuild ourselves, shore up what we have, and grow. The aruetii have fought wars amongst themselves for many generations before, and will do so for many more to come. Let them fight. Uniting them against us was a mistake that we should not make once more... But to achieve any of this, I am sure you have already gathered that I intend to make a claim. To be successful, I need the support of as many Clans as possible. Which is why I am here..." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 0:20:30 GMT -8
A brief arching of an eyebrow is the only change in Torin's expression when Damocles has revealed the mask within the backpack, though the surprise in his expression soon fades to be replaced by a frown that indicates Torin is contemplating the implications of the mask as well as what Damocles has said both before and after revealing it. Steepling his hands beneath his chin after Damocles has finished speaking, Torin grunts once to convey that he has taken in all that has been said, but does not comment immediately, his expression somewhat troubled, as though he is cautioning himself against allowing hope to take root within in; hope that Damocles can truly be the Mand'alor the Mando'ade need now if they are to do all that Damocles hopes to achieve.
There is nothing to object to in all that Damocles hopes to achieve in Torin's estimation; the only question being whether Damocles can be the leader he wishes to be, for there is more to being Mand'alor than possessing a vision such as he has expressed. Having a goal, after all, is a very different thing from possessing the qualities of character required to bring it to fruition, and Damocles is unknown to Torin, and could prove to be nothing more than a well-intentioned fool with aspirations beyond his capabilities.
Sighing after his moment of reflection, Torin nods, as though having come to some decision, and then says with no malice, his eyes suggesting that, his desire to refrain from allowing hope to blossom, it may have already begun to do so, "We do need a Mand'alor with a vision like the one you have expressed. Are you that Mand'alor? Torin asks somewhat rhetorically, and then leans forward, searching Damocles eyes as he asks what to him is the most important question, You say you seek the support of as many Clans as possible, so, he opens his hands, palms upward as though in invitation, his tone warily hopeful rather than confrontational, tell me why Clan Bralor should support you in making your claim. What makes you believe you can be Mand'alor, and bring the Mando'ade upon the path you have described?"
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Faelan, smiling as Telarial's eagerness and enthusiasm are made evident, nods and says to the smith, "It is alright with her buir, and adds, We will return tomorrow morning," before saying his farewell to Sluaghadah.
As they return to his battered yet well maintained BAX-7 landspeeder, Faelan asks, "Is there anything else you need for the journey to Agamar? I thought we could finish seeing to the supplies before meeting with Torin."
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Giving Eimhin a cheerful thumbs up with a lop-sided, cocky grin suggesting that failure will not be permitted, Lorcan says, "And find him we will, my lil' verd'ika! I promised, right? And the three of us together, he puts one arm around Raine and the other around Eimhin, can accomplish anything together we set our minds to, right Raine? Right as rain, heh, he laughs, looking at his daughter with an imploring expression as, with the same utter confidence in his voice despite the fact he has little idea of where they might begin searching for the object of their present quest, he asks her, So, where shall we start our search and rescue mission then?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 8:46:32 GMT -8
Damocles waited patiently as Torin thought over everything. He made no move one way or another. He held Torins gaze, when the man looked him in the eyes. He was no stranger to criticism nor the scepticism that Torin expressed. He was an unknown to many of the Mandalorian people. He was no Aliit'alor, nor some great war veteran. He had not made any sort of famous name for himself amongst the Mando'ade. At least, not yet anyway. At best, he had been a fairly well known Beskar Bladesmith back upon Ordo. So it was no surprise Torin asked him why he thought himself the one capable of everything he planned to do
"My hope, is that I am every bit the Mand'alor that we need. And I intend to prove as much even when I am successful in my claim..."
Damocles would not have the benefit that past leaders had, in which their worth of the Mask could be easily claimed through combat. He had discovered the Mask hidden in the jungle, and he was basing his claim on rebuilding the people. Had there perhaps been more time or different circumstances, he might have built his reputation up from upon Ordo. But instead, it would be an ongoing struggle. He would need to push himself, to prove himself worthy at all times. It was then that he changed topic to the question Torin had asked
"Faith, Aliit'alor. It is an intangible thing, but it is the only thing that I have... Faith that when Kad gave me the vision he did, that he intended me to be the one to lead our people from it. Faith that like you, the others wish to rebuild and reform our people... I cannot guarantee that everything I plan to accomplish will come true. But I do believe that we can come together as we have in the past and do great things. I can angle us upon the right path, and show you and the others how best to share what little we have so that we might strengthen and multiply it... But that is all that I can promise you. I may have the Mask, but that does not make me an Emperor or Chancellor. I will provide leadership, but each Clan must trust and follow that leadership. Just as that leadership must trust and work with and for each Clan. United we will prosper, but divided we will fall... And the only other path that our people have to follow, is that of the Imperium's. And they will lead us to ruin if given the chance to rule..."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 10:15:07 GMT -8
As before, Torin listens closely to all that Damocles says, taking his time to ponder the words spoken by this stranger who has come to say that he wishes to be Mand'alor carefully before responding to them. Torin's expression remains stoic and impassive as he ponders, for he is one who has come to value the clarity that consciously keeping his emotions in check brings to him; the inclination to hope that Damocles is just the kind of Mandalorian Torin and others among the Mando'ade have long hoped would appear to lead the Mando'ade even harder to prevent from coloring his response after Torin has been given an answer to the question he posed to Damocles. Some might laugh at the idea of Kad Ha'rangir granting a vision to an as yet relatively unknown Mandalorian, but Torin is old and experienced enough to know, if nothing else, that the possibility exists that gods or other forces may very well involve themselves in the affairs of the many beings that people the vast universe.
"Faith and hope, Torin repeats Damocles's words without any trace of mockery in his voice, allowing a brief smile to appear on his typically inexpressive face before it subsides as he continues evenly, There are far worse things to follow. Nodding as though having come to a decision, Torin says firmly, You have the support of Clan Bralor, the cold blue of his eyes silently adding that said support remains only so long as Damocles holds true to what he has said; for faith, as Damocles seems clever enough to know, can be given or found just as certainly as it may be lost. Lifting his hands, palms upwards, Torin asks, What more, then, do you need from Clan Bralor to see that you are made the leader Kad Ha'rangir intends you to be? As I trust you know, Clan Bralor captured Agamar along with the First Order, and as a part of the contract between us, resources from Agamar have begun to flow to Manda'yaim, along with credits and other boons from the First Order's own coffers. We have been using those resources thusfar to repair the infrastructure of Keldabe and other cities, as well as to try and revitalize MandalMotors, but if you believe there is a better use for those resources, changes can certainly be made."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 11:33:19 GMT -8
And like that, he was now one step closer to his end goal. With the support of Bralor, that would give him enough to get elected at the very least. Not that he would content himself with that alone. After all, everyone would need to work together and share what they had to achieve his dream. Damocles gave a nod in response to Torin's affirmation of his clans support, before listening as the Aliit'alor went over information he had already heard about. Bralor's deal with the First Order would put them in an interesting position going forward. But it would be a road they could cross later on down the road. Technically they had been paid for the services they had offered, so it still kept them within the Codex. The First Order would just need to understand that Bralor's support did not extend to the whole of the Mandalorian people
"For the time being, keep up with what you have been doing. Once the Clans have come together and we have a better picture of what the territories look like, we can funnel resources elsewhere. Though, perhaps you might consider diverting a small amount of them towards Concord Dawn and Ordo. But aside from that, so long as you show up at the Oyu'baat in a couple days to make that claim official, there is not much else to be done yet... Though I would ask your formal permission to have Ascalon join me in my journey from here on out? So that she might serve as Clan Bralor's eyes and ears amongst my company?"
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Torin nods his understanding of what Damocles has said regarding what it is that Clan Bralor can do to help him, affirming with a conscious air of solemnity he believes befits the moment, "Keep doing what we are doing for now it is, and I will make arrangements to have some of the resources we've been paid for our work with the First Order sent to Concord Dawn and Ordo as soon as possible. I will also be sure to be present on the Oyu'baat as you've asked when the time comes to make Clan Bralor's support for your claim official. Turning his gaze towards Ascalon after Damocles has made a request that she join him as Clan Bralor's eyes an ears, Torin adds, So long as Ascalon has no objections herself, she has my leave to join your company. Once Ascalon has made her thoughts on the matter clear, Torin extends a hand to formally seal the accord that has been struck, saying, If there is nothing further then, I will see you in the Oyu'baat in a few days time then. If there is anything else Clan Bralor can do for you in the meantime, you need only ask it and it will be done."
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Jul 1, 2017 20:21:28 GMT -8
*Telarial hopped in Faelan's speeder with a smile.*
"Other than my beskar'gam...I believe I'm ready to go. Are we taking your ship to Agamar or mine?"
*The 17-year-old leaned back in her seat and put her hands behind her head in a relaxed posture. She closed her eyes appearing to be resting. That wasn't the case as Faelan would eventually find out.*
"You said we are going to meet our clan leader, Torin? Are you related to him? Is there anything I should know about him before our meeting? If you have any advice on how to present myself or what to say, my ears are wide open...I'd prefer to make a good if not decent impression."
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*Eimhin smiled and reached out to grasp Raine's hand. His smile soon turned into a frown and his brows knit in deep thought. He looked up at his buir a minute later.*
"I can't remember where I saw him last..."
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Torin nods his understanding of what Damocles has said regarding what it is that Clan Bralor can do to help him, affirming with a conscious air of solemnity he believes befits the moment, "Keep doing what we are doing for now it is, and I will make arrangements to have some of the resources we've been paid for our work with the First Order sent to Concord Dawn and Ordo as soon as possible. I will also be sure to be present on the Oyu'baat as you've asked when the time comes to make Clan Bralor's support for your claim official. Turning his gaze towards Ascalon after Damocles has made a request that she join him as Clan Bralor's eyes an ears, Torin adds, So long as Ascalon has no objections herself, she has my leave to join your company. Once Ascalon has made her thoughts on the matter clear, Torin extends a hand to formally seal the accord that has been struck, saying, If there is nothing further then, I will see you in the Oyu'baat in a few days time then. If there is anything else Clan Bralor can do for you in the meantime, you need only ask it and it will be done." |
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"Mine, Faelan answers Telarial's question about which of their ships will be taken on their journey to Agamar, feeling no need to elaborate on his answer for the moment. Turning his attention to the other questions his daughter had asked, fired off at an amusingly rapid rate, Faelan says, I did say we would be meeting with the leader of Clan Bralor, yes. No, we are not related by blood, Torin and I, though we have known one another long and have fought together enough times that, though we may not be kin, we are kindred. Pursing his lips in thought as he considers how he might best answer his daughter's final question, Faelan ultimately decides it is best that she be permitted to form her own opinion as to what Torin is like without having the potential bias his own thoughts might invite, and so says somewhat enigmatically, You will see what he is like for yourself soon enough, ad'ika."
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Having spent his time after Damocles departed considering how best to see that arrangements are made to have resources from Agamar sent to Ordo and Concord Dawn as had been discussed, Torin is all too grateful for the break from those thoughts - as well as others invited by Damocles intent to assume to mantle of Mand'alor, and what that might mean for the Mando'ade - when he informed that Faelan and his adopted daughter are here to meet with him.
Setting his thoughts aside, Torin rises from his desk to greet Faelan and Telarial, clasping their shoulders warmly with a strong hand before inviting them in to take seats around the circular vershok wood table in the center of the room, taking his seat only once his guests have taken theirs. A sixty five year old human male with closely cropped grey and blonde hair, armored in green beskar'gam with subtle orange flourishes, Torin lifts a hand and, his gaze lingering openly and unflinchingly on Telarial's eyes as though to try and divine something of her character from them, asks in Mando'a, "So, this is your daughter then? The question obviously a rhetorical one, Torin gives Faelan no opportunity to reply, instead leaning forward as he asks Telarial, the sense of challenge inherent in his question to her softened somewhat by the smile that accompanies it, Tell me, Telarial Bralor, daughter of Faelan, who are you?"
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jul 10, 2017 19:58:21 GMT -8
*Raine stood outside the room and waited for her dad and brother. She listened to what her father said and thought about the training itself. Training with kids her age made sense in the long run, at least for now.* "Maybe I should start with kids my own age first. I might make some friends, who knows."
*She stood and stretched some as the two came out of the room. Her attention then turned to Em as he stated that they still haven't looked for his stuffed toy. She nodded in agreement with her father about the three of them looking together. Squeezing Em's hand back, she gave a smile and crouched down to his eye level. "Maybe we should start where you were last. Do you remember where you were at before coming here?"
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Jul 12, 2017 10:11:21 GMT -8
*Satisfied with the answers Faelan provided to her questions--although his last response remained vaguely cryptic--she began to consider how best to present herself when the time came to meet Torin Bralor. She wondered when they would go meet their clan leader. Telarial speculated that they might simply meet Torin and wish him farewell in the morning before she and her buir departed for Agamar.
Telarial became suspicious however when Faelan began taking a different route to Norg Bral. Where were they going? Rather than voice her question aloud, Telarial tried to calm her frazzled nerves by telling herself that--no--they couldn't be going to meet Torin now. Butterflies quickly formed in Telarial's stomach when, rather than taking the common route that led back to Faelan's home, he completely changed course and drove them further into the heart of Norg Bral. The further they traveled, the more anxious she became. So...they were going to see Torin now after all. She hoped and prayed that she would make a good first impression. Telarial couldn't help but fidget tap a foot nervously against the speeder's floor.*
*After Faelan parked his speeder in front of-- what she surmised, had to be Torin's humble abode, slowly climbed out and eyed the door with a look of near dread. Her palms became sweaty and she took a few deep, shaky breaths in an attempt to calm her rapidly racing heart. Telarial couldn't help but give herself an internal pep-talk in order to bolster her fleeting courage. Don't be such a coward...first impressions are everything, --she knew that whatever was said would most likely not be easily forgotten, especially since she was very new to the clan.
She mustered up enough courage to follow Faelan into Torin's abode. Even though she knew they were safe and that there wasn't anyone or anything that posed as a threat, her hands immediately sought out the holsters on her thighs that usually held her Westar-34 pistols, only to remember that she left her weapons in Faelan's speeder since she had no need for them while at the smith's shop. She felt her cheeks heating when she recognized her own foolishness and internally berated herself for acting upon such a well-practiced reflex action whilst in Torin's home. It was long since ingrained within her whenever she encountered someone she didn't know. By the stars...I hope he didn't notice...
As she and Faelan walked through Torin's living area, Telarial lagged behind. Her eyes surreptitiously scanned the room for any signs or indications that might better help her understand what to expect upon meeting her clan leader. The furniture appeared quite comfortable and Torin's home had a welcoming atmosphere about it, yet it retained a rather militaristic resonance. There was a partially opened closet that concealed a rather impressive arsenal. They passed a workshop that reminded her of Faelan's own, only Torin's had equipment fit for a mini-command center. The only thing that's missing is-- And there it was...a large round table made of veshok wood. Standing beside it was an elder who appeared to be in his 60's. He appeared to be very wise and his posture suggested he had a strict code of honor-- both attributes to be admired.
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*Eimhin met Raine's eyes and then hummed in fervid thought. Then it appeared as though he might have the answer but was hesitant to impart such knowledge.
He let go of Raine's hand and clasped them behind his back. He stared down at the floor and shyly used the tip of his shoe to draw imaginary circles on it. At long last he looked up at his buir and his vod.*
"I saw Alastair at the place where they take those like me to live at, who have no mommy or daddy..."
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Jul 12, 2017 11:34:39 GMT -8
*She began to feel more at ease once Torin welcomed them and clasped their shoulders. After all of three of them were seated...Telarial tried to rehearse answers to possible questions Torin might ask her. She was taken completely off guard when his first question was both challenging....yet deceptively simple. Her mind raced and her palms became sweaty again. Upon first greeting him before they had been seated, her expression remained serious yet neutral. Now that she didn't know quite how to answer the question without looking or sounding like a fool...froze up...and stared at him blankly for about fifteen seconds and searched his eyes as if they held the answer for whatever response he was looking for. Was this a test?* *Soon whatever fear or insecurity she may have had faded when the answer became apparent not just within her mind...but within her heart as well. She straightened up and fearlessly held Torin's gaze. With great pride and confidence--Telarial at last replied...*
"I am a child--an original daughter of Mandalore. I am one who seeks to reclaim a lost and stolen heritage. A birthright and a history that were cruelly taken from me, and that in-so-doing, branded me a Darmanda for many years" she paused and appeared uncertain for a moment and hesitantly searched Torin's gaze, almost as though trying to determine whether or not he wanted her to continue. When he didn't interject and retained his role as a patient listener, she continued.
"Once I had a guardian. He was killed in battle when I was 10. I wandered alone for seven years...devoid of a clan, a family, and was without a place I could call home." Telarial allowed a small smile to grace her lips when she looked at Faelan who was sitting silently beside her. "At least that is, until the day Faelan Bralor found me and was kind enough to provide me with what began as a temporary shelter..." *For the first time since meeting Torin she finally felt at ease. With a lopsided grin, she playfully nudged her adopted buir.* "But I must have grown on him...cause then he didn't want me to leave."
*She refocused her attention back to Torin and gave him a small smile before turning serious* "But to complete the answer to your question...I am one who wishes to successfully complete the verd'goten so that I may once again become the true Mandalorian that I was always born to be." She released a sigh of relief and looked as though she'd finished speaking her piece, until her eyes widened as she remembered there was one last thing she forgot to say and she hastily fumbled her words.
"Oh--and I would be honored...Sir...if you would accept me as, not only as a member-- but as a warrior of the Bralor clan. Should I be given the opportunity--or rather, if I'm deemed worthy enough, I will proudly fight for you and defend the Bralor clan. Even to the death if I must!!" *She finished and held her breath. Telarial was practically on the edge of her seat as she awaited his response. She hoped she met his expectations and that she made a good, first impression worthy of remembrance.*
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jul 13, 2017 18:26:26 GMT -8
*Raine paused a few seconds at Eimhin's answer. Then it hit her, it was the type of place she had avoided for quite some time.* "You mean an orphanage. I'm sure it wouldn't be to hard to get him back from there."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2017 20:46:50 GMT -8
*Eimhin's eyes widened when another thought struck him. He ran forward and hugged his vod, his head only reaching up to her stomach.*
"What if he ran away? Or what if someone sent him back to live with other Alastair's?"
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Looking back and forth from his son to his daughter, amused and simultaneously terrified that he has only recently found out that he is a father to both of them, as they talk together, Lorcan wonders whether he will be able to make all of the changes and adjustments to his life that being a parent, and a single one at that, will involve. As reluctant as ever to focus long on anything remotely resembling a troubling thought, Lorcan pushes his worries aside with the ease that comes from a lifetime of doing so, and nods once Raine and Eimhin appear to have found a possible solution to the case of the missing Alastair.
Ruffling Raine's hair with a cheerful grin, after which he cringes upon recalling that his daughter does not particularly like having her hair ruffled, Lorcan says, "Sorry, don't touch the hair, right? Won't happen again. Lifting an arm and striding towards the exit purposefully, Lorcan booms, Let's move out! As he makes his way to where Faelan parks his speeder, having forgotten for the moment that his older brother has taken the vehicle, Lorcan, switching from one subject to the next with his signature ease, tells Raine, Sparring partners your own age it is. Make some friends, learn how to best them in battle, sounds great. And you could probably use some friends your own age. Work on those social skills, not that yours are in need of improving of course, he chuckles. If I pick the right ones, he muses aloud, scratching the back of his head as he arrives where the speeder is usually parked only to find it gone, I can make sure to weed out any potential bad influences, and I should probably stick to girls, right? Avoid any hormone related issues. Nodding in agreement with himself, Lorcan grins and observes, Speeder is gone."
Lifting his buy'ce and putting it on, he switches subjects, ::Brilliant idea about the orphanage you guys! You make a great team. A future brother and sister duo to be feared I'm guessing. I bet we have ol' Alastair back in the unit by the afternoon my lil' verd'ika. One sec, he says, stepping away for a moment to contact his friend Fionnuala to see if she can pick them up and take them around for awhile. Returning after a moment spent cajoling, whining, and ultimately bribing Fionnuala, Lorcan gives two thumbs up and announces, We have transpo tiny Mandos! Resting his hands on his hip and lifting his chin heroically, Lorcan lies, Yep, ol' Fee just couldn't resist the chance to spend some time with me. And who can blame her, right?::
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Torin listens to Telarial intently and without interruption, his eyes and expression betraying nothing of his thoughts about what is said. Remaining silent after Telarial has spoken, his lips pursing slightly in thought rather than disapproval, Torin nods after a moment, and even smiles as he looks from Telarial to Faelan, who unknowingly wears an expression that openly reveals his pride in his daughter for having acquitted herself so well in his estimation, and says, "She has pakalat, your daughter. Looking back to Telarial, the smile subsiding as he tells her soberly, And mandokarla I believe. Lifting a finger as though to signal his intent to instruct, Torin tells Telarial, Your heritage can never be stolen from you. You never lost it, despite what you think. One can deny their heritage, or willingly lay it aside, but no one, no one, can force another to do either of those. Circumstance took you from Manda'yaim for a time, he points out, nothing more. You, he leans forward and points to her heart, never forgot who you are, and have returned now. Your birthright is here, as it ever has been. Smiling once more, Torin leans back and opens his arms, saying, Clan Bralor welcomes you, Telarial, and we will help you embrace the heritage you thought was lost, but which was in truth only waiting here for you."
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jul 17, 2017 20:54:10 GMT -8
*Raine followed her dad and brother outside as he was talking. She rolled her eyes at his hormones comment, wondering why that would be such a big issue. As they came to a stop where the speeder was normally parked, she let out a sigh. She guessed that her dad forgot that the speeder wasn't there. Folding her arms, she watched her father call someone for a lift. When he returned exclaiming that he had found a ride and went into detail of how he got them a ride, she decided to ask the question bluntly.* "How much do you owe her?"
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Jul 18, 2017 13:17:18 GMT -8
*Telarial grinned and had to resist the urge to perform a victory dance. She couldn't stop herself from yanking a fist to her side while, with closed eyes, she vocalized her excitement.*
"YESSS!!"
*Realizing that her behavior might be frowned upon she attempted to become as serious as she had been upon first entering Torin's home. She managed to succeed only partially. She was giddy with excitement and her joy was far too radiant to simply be suppressed.*
"Thank you so much, Torin. My hope now is to serve our clan well."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2017 13:26:23 GMT -8
*While they waited for their ride to show, the 4 year old child quickly grew bored. He began to wander away a little bit as his curiosity quickly mounted. There were so many new sights and smells in Norg Bral. It was nothing like the bustling city of Keldabe. Pretty soon he had completely wandered from both his father and sister's view and saw a stream. He went over and picked up a few rocks and threw them in with heavy splashes. Eimhin soon spotted something else in the water...it was swimming slowly towards him.
It looked like nothing he'd ever seen before. The thought that the strange creature might be dangerous, never entered his mind. Eimhin took one step forward until one foot was in the water and slowly began to reach his small hand out.*
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