TheBrownCow

Is this still a thing? I'm getting a guardians of the galaxy feel from this rp i love it. I dearly want it to continue :D ! I only which I could start rping in here but it again seems like the end in extremely nigh, and I just wouldn't be able to post enough :sad:

The Legend of Bagger Vance I saw that a week ago. Will Smith does such a great job in that movie... he seems like he fits right into the movies scenes whereas some of his other movies I felt like he tried hard to look like he belonged in the movies cast but just didn't so much. Rotten tomatoes is sometimes full of it, and in this case the critics think the movie sucked, which it' really is all about personal taste I think.

“I don’t know, maybe a ritual circle? Maybe a central meeting area or something” Luca looked closer to the pillar. She spied a slit in the rock and it was wide enough for her hand. Without thinking she just stuck her hand in. She let out an oh! and she felt a button click inside the rock. “What happened?” Yorgan looked to her, surprised she did that. Another click could be heard under the earth. “I wonder if the others..” She looked at him and then went to another pillar. “What’d it do?” Yes, there was a slit and she did like the other. Yorgan frowned at her and looked at the pillar again. Luca ran over to the two other pillars and pressed the buttons. After she pressed the last button a deep crash was heard and then the ground rumbled. Yorgan nodded in understanding, “Ohhhh.” Each scrambled to get out the way as the earth parted in four directions. The boar heads had clicked into the ground and a hole remained where that circle was last. Saying Luca was quite surprised was an understatement. She was mesmerized by it. “Yorgan, WOW, look. This is amazing!” “Haha yes it’s quite interesting, I didn’t expect us to find any contraptions” He looked into the hole and saw stairs, going down into darkness. “I, no, we just discovered the secret of these ruins! I’m sure we will be recognized at the historic department for this!” She was elated to have actually for once found something that could well be monumental. “So is this going to give you your credit as a historian now hmm?” He looked at her with a grin. “Yes! Oh my this is wonderful. Well, we just have to go in you know!” “Oh naturally, of course.” He nodded and pulled out Remming. “Allow me to go first, miss” he said so in a mock flattering and highborn voice that made Luca giggle a bit. “Alright, if you so choose my good sir” She said back. It looked so old, both couldn’t believe it hadn't been found earlier. Surely an explorer would have stumbled upon this discovery? Maybe it had been left uncovered for a particular reason. At any rate they were going to find out, it was not exactly what Luca had been hoping for, and definitely what Yorgan dreaded.

He peered over at a group of stones. They were oddly shaped and lay in a circular pattern. As he inspected further it seemed that they were the weathered shapes of boar faces. The etched stonework was almost worn away and he could only tell that they were boars by the tusks which were prominent on almost all. Luca meanwhile was climbing a stack of arranged bricks. They’d fallen into place like a stairway and she went up, a wall was following with the fake stairs. As she reached the end she saw nothing, not anything interesting. She took a look from her vantage point of the ruins surrounding her and she saw Yorgan staring at the circle. Now from Yorgan’s point of view he only saw the the boar heads and it seemed quite puzzling as to why they were there. However Luca had a better angle. She saw that pillars were standing in four directions, about twenty feet distance from the circle. She also could make out what seemed to be lines, under the snow, that were wide enough for the falling precipitate to make ridges in a snaking way all centering to the circle. Each snake started at the pillars and ended some way at the circle. That might be a point of interest actually Luca was interested now in the circle. She bounded down the ‘steps’ in a quick fashion causing her to lose balance! She flipped onto her back and bounced off the steps into the snow. It looked bad but she felt fine. Hoping to the gods that Yorgan hadn’t noticed her mishap she jumped up to look around. “You ok?” Yorgan called out from the boarish circle. She jumped, startled “Oh! I’m fine it’s ok” She nervously laughed and looked at him. “I was looking at your circle from over here. It’s very interesting!” She ran over to one of the pillars, “there are four of these and each one has a grooved line to the middle.” Chuckling at Luca’s excitedness over the rocks Yorgan came up to her to look in the snow. He saw the grooves of which she spoke. “I see them. I wonder what they are?”

Luca looked as though she was about to make a comeback but she dismissed it and just looked at her campfire. The flames slowly were dwindling away. “I am so intrigued by this Proto-Nordic site. It’s just unlike anything I’ve seen! Or, heard about, anyway.” Yorgan could have picked up that she was book smart but not necessarily so much when it came to adventuring or real life applications. She seemed like a headstrong girl with the means to get around but little real life application. “So… we gonna explore this place?” She noticed Yorgan staring at her and made a face. “What?” A little startled Yorgan snapped out of his trance and shook his head “Oh, oh nothing I was just into thinking. What do you mean explore, as in going into it?” The ruins looked a bit ominous and deeply imposing against the fluttery white winter landscape. Cracked pathway could be seen under the brushed away snow. Odd patterns and intriguing symbols filled its gray-scale. Yorgan started to have some second thoughts. “Only naturally! I so badly desire to see what lies within” Luca chirped along and went rummaging in a leather bag. “I doubt we will run into any dangers, but you know, always better safe than sorry. That's why I want you along too. It will keep us both safer.” “I’ll be safer? Yes I would try to keep myself safe” Yorgan knew he’d be fine but it couldn't hurt to be playful. “Well, I meant that you look like you can handle anything that might jump us” Luca had a look through her backpack. “By the way I never said sorry about the burning thing. I don’t like when people take me by surprise” “Oh it’s quite alright. I would expect no less from a wandering lass all by herself” Yorgan smiled. She could not help but feel glad that he didn’t mind her. She quite liked his presence. Not able to find what she was looking for she looked up at him, “Ok good I’m glad. I think it’s time to get to exploring don’t you think so too?” “Quite” Yorgan nodded. The two got up and set off looking for anything of interest. At least that was what Luca was doing. She knew what to look for. Ancient markings, various stone artifacts. Yorgan was merely acting like he knew what he was looking at.

“Are you sure about that?” It almost seemed like a threat. Her fist balled into a flame still. “Last time I checked I wasn’t a robber. Or a plunderer. I’m Yorgan,” He had confidence as he held out his hand in greeting. “Yorgan Worn” The woman looked at him and then at his hand. “I.. Greetings Mr. Worn,” She shook his hand. “I am a scholar, by the name of Luca Emerson. One day I will be one of the greats to go down in the history of historians books.” She too had a great air of confidence about her, but it seemed to self endowed to carry weight. Yorgan snickered just a little under his breath. “Yes? Do you find me funny?” She narrowed her eyes in agitation. “Ah, not at all. I think you’re getting ahead of yourself. You can’t really be a scholar. Where’s all your books, I thought all of the ‘greats’ had guardsmen and companions to accompany them” Luca walked closer to her fire and placed in a log to keep it going. “You mean to imply I’m great already. I said I shall be one of them. I am not yet.” Yorgan turned and said, “I see, so what are you now then?” This girl named Luca, she had a way about her. It was her small features that gave Yorgan an indication of her race. She was Bretonguard, yet another species of man. More than that she just had excitement in her voice. A person who was animated but still serious at the best of times. “You didn’t really plan on lighting me on fire did you? I mean your little balls of flame could not burn my coat fast enough before I could take it off..” “I so could light you on fire! I did it before and I’ll do it again!” Luca Emerson seemed too nice to leave unprotected. Maybe she’d have a companion, Yorgan thought, “You seem to be a bit lacking in the safety aspect of your self proclaimed expedition.” Yorgan did indeed want to find out what mysteries the ruins had in store and he also equally, if not more so wanted to make sure Luca wasn’t harmed or worse by any guardians this place might hold. Strangely enough he felt almost attached to her. Such a keen personality that kept him engaged. “If you think you want to assist me feel free to” She smiled up at him, thinking that he was a kind soul to so openly offer such a service. “Then it’s settled. I’ll accompany you for the time being” Yorgan replied.

Yorgan was just about to put Remming back in his holster when someone called out. “Get back you.. you! I’ll burn ya alive!” A small woman stood on top of the wall ruins, something Yorgan didn’t notice. She was so small she could have been taken as a teenager. “Excuse me, is that any way to speak to an adult?” Yorgan could tell she wasn’t a fighter. She had kind eyes. Her hands were raised, but not in a typical fighters stance. She did not know how to fight. Not hand-to-hand at least. “Um. What?” the girl seemed taken aback a bit, but kept her childish fists up. “You know, I know destruction magic, I’ll light you up!” “I mean it!” this time a flame burst around her hand. Yorgan was not sure whether to play it safe and drink some liquid protection or reason with this girl. The potion in question would make his flesh flame retardant. “Now now… Lets not get ahead of ourselves. I’m not a bandit or a thief. I’m not here to rob or kill.” Yorgan held his hands up to show he meant so. The girl lowered her arms a bit, the sleeves of a robe fell down them. She still seemed unsure, but her face seemed to lighten up a little.

His excitement hammered in his chest as he neared, he could see more destroyed buildings as he went. It seemed to be a castle, or maybe a village with a fort within its boundaries. It was large, much larger than before of course. It was all great and wonderful, but Yorgan noticed footprints. He instantly honed in on his sense of hearing and made little sound or movement. No sign of a person other than those footprints. They led around a wall, and something told him that this person was on the other side. Slowly, quietly, he crept towards it, unbuckling Remming. Now this could have easily been a friendly being, such as a historically inclined student, or a traveler just checking out the ruins like himself, but Yorgan wanted to be safe, and Remming was his safety. This was not at all like the encounter with Igla Deans. That one approached waving and warmly smiling. This was a shifty place to be smiling and grinning. He was prepared to round the weathered gray bricks. The snow covered up the top of the wall which made it appear a foot taller almost. Yorgan took a breath and let it out in a sudden calm. He turned, to see a small tent no more than ten feet away. It appeared that he was behind a small encampment. Feeling slightly less cautious he took a few steps in that direction. If it was on tent, then it was only about one person, right? Yorgan could see a smokey fire sitting in front of said tent. He tried to spy his target but no one was to be seen.

Im at a hard spot right now! Throughout my writing I've edited words and sections in previous parts so the beginning is totally different and a lot of words in the whole thing have been changed. This makes me want to edit all my posts but that would be a lot of work so I will leave it the same unfortunately... see because I make reference to things in past chapters that readers haven't read :/

Thinking of all the old time cities that he was reading on the last week, a few came to mind. None in the book, The Glorious Cities of Old, in this area were made of stone. In said book a small village, of about five houses and a tavern called Blue Buck was burned down by ruffians roughly two hundred years prior. It sat on the edge of the Pines. He shrugged. Old books and old information. Maybe this particular village hadn’t been discovered yet. Or better, it could be a fort. Yorgan jumped at that thought. All the old military equipment and training gear. He was one for old military tools and weaponry. Yorgan decided he was detouring to check it out. If it was inhabited he could handle whatever was in there. He was going on a quest to kill a dragon after all. What would be a couple of bandits or, gods forbid, undead? Taking up his backpack he headed over to it. The snow covered the ice in a four inch sheet. It was slightly starting to fall from grey skies as he went. He guessed it to be around five or six in the evening. A good night spent in a dark mysterious fort.. He thought. Not what I usually go for. Yorgan had never really ventured into such a place. He was used to the hubbub of a living breathing city. Atmos of course was filled with decrepit ruins but they’d all been picked clean of goodies by the time Yorgan came of the age to properly wear a pair of adventurer's boots. Atmos had a long history of battles and war, but usually the victor plundered all he could afterwards, leaving little in the way for others. Then of course the peace of the Ironbacks came and all ruins quickly became historical and scholarly endeavors. No adventurers allowed in a dig site!

Yorgan asked where the fellow had come from and he nodded in the direction of the Pine forest. “Over and up in Orphan Point ma’ friend. Tis’ a lonely place I’ll tell ya.” “Berstead is no less lonely feeling I’m afraid,” Yorgan then added, “Only a population of around fourteen or so.” The dyemaker there was well known for his works, even though Berstead was so far out in the frigid lands. Dyes seemed to be where most of the towns income came from. Dremas Tark, the man in charge of the dyeing, had a reportedly top secret dye mixture that made his dyes so much more colorful and appealing to the buyer. It has been his families trade secret for years. “I thought as much. S’ok, I’ll make it a lively place!” Igla smiled. “Plan on learning Dremas’ secret dye concoction hm?” Yorgan quipped. “Well, I don’t know about that one lad, hah, but ya’ can bet I’ll give him a run fer his money” Yorgan nodded and grinned. There was something different about this man’s speech. Just a few words seemed to be slurred in a certain dialect. It could have been that the people of Orphan Point had a dialect. Yorgan had never been there so he wouldn’t know. Or perhaps he was from a different area entirely? After what seemed to be an hour of conversation about the ways of keeping dye liquefied in such cold temperatures, and the dangers of wererabbits on the frozen ice fields Igla seemed to snap to attention and get up. “It was a lovely time chattin’ with ya, but I must really be carryin on. I see a look o’ tiredness about yer eyes friend. I have a potion that helps one regain his energy fast.” Igla’s hand darted into his pocket and pulled out a squatty orange phial. “I bought a one to many so here ya go. Just somethin’ to remember me by!” Igla Deans handed the potion to Yorgan who accepted it. Both smiled and shook hands in farewell. Then the Velari man headed off, retracing Yorgan’s lost footsteps in the snow. Thinking that the potion would do more good when he was more tired than now, Yorgan put it into his backpack that he had set down. He closed his eye for a while to finally have his rest. Some considerable time had past from the moment he’d closed his eyelids till his moment of wakefulness. Yorgan looked about to see a light flurry of snow falling. Actually, it was just the wind kicking up a snow bank. In the distance he could make out the hazy black line that was The Pines. Not really anything lay between him and The Pines. Just a couple dotted trees and, well, actually now that he looked he spotted a structure of sorts to the left of his position. It was still a ways away so he couldn’t judge what it was just yet. He could tell how large it was though. To Yorgan it seemed to be the ruins of something massive. Perhaps a ruined city? he thought.

-7- Bargaineer Yorgan took a quick bite of salted beef before marching down a steep hill. His trek was well underway. Two days had past since the incident inside the cave. During these days he had not run into any problems. Sleep had been the biggest concern, if not problem. He only managed to catch about five hours last night because the weather had been calm. The previous night had been full of snow and wind. Nothing but whiteness. Yorgan was understandably in a bit of a stupor from lack of rest. However not dangerously so. Many adventurers wander the wastes of Harggroth searching for lost treasure and the like and they do far less sleeping. It is a very ancient place, Harggroth. Thought to be the first continent Atmosians settled into, and for good reason. It was closest to the continent of Atmos. Back then, in the dark days of the first era time was askew. Although during the first decade it wasn’t so bad. It became progressively worse into the years 60-100. Countless migrations happened all across Colora through years 7 and 15. The elves did surprisingly little movement. They stayed firmly rooted on the island of Kurrasst. At the time of the first era the elves had not yet began to split apart and so most breeds were all united under one name. They were called the Ehlnofey. It was not until much later in the first era that Ehlnofey began to break into groups and head off in all directions, most leaving Kurrasst to never return. This birthed a plethora of elvish races and now, a good deal into the third era of Colora, there are six distinct varieties. Not to say there are many subspecies of those, but that’s quite enough about elves. If you wish to read more about them skip a chapter or two. I’m just kidding, don’t do that! Yorgan had, as I forgot to mention happened upon a young man the other night. Yorgan was just finding his resting spot, under the thick branches of a fir tree when a man found him. He seemed quite chipper and harmless. He introduced himself as Igla Deans. He was travelling in the opposite direction of Yorgan and wondered how far it was to Berstead. Yorgan told him about two days non stop walking, maybe a little more. For a Velar, Igla’s mood seemed to be quite bright. his sharp but small nose and high dark blonde eyebrows gave away his race all to well. Yorgan had a more generic face. It wasn’t without it’s uniqueness but one could not tell simply by looking what race he was. The people of Atmos had softer facial features than Harggrothians do. This is because of the limited gene pool that Atmosians have. Igla sat down under the fir and chatted a good while. A few topics included the prices of dyes and silks in Berstead as Igla was going there to buy a good deal of it. He didn't let off much but Yorgan could tell there was a bit more to him than met the eyes.

“I am not going to talk about that one. He just needs guidance, I’m sure he isn’t as bad as we say he is” Wujeea still held a bit of anger in her eyes but stopped and looked at him. “Vak’Raka has a lot on his side of the dinner table. He barely ever gets to vent and this time, it seemed he put it on you and not others, that is all. I believe he trusts me the most out of the group” Tyan said. “Is that why you think he told you I am good for nothing?” Wujeea asked with a breathy undertone. “He did not say you are good for nothing. He said you have your uses and being stealthy is not one of them” Tyan realized at the last minute this was even worse than what she had originally thought, so he quickly added, “Um I mean, it is just Vak’s way of venting, it really is Wujeea. He means nothing.” “I don’t know what to do then, he is our leader. The leader of free people who are open to do what is right. Yet he himself is not righteous or great in any way. I will overlook it, but not forget” Wujeea looked into the pot and gave it another couple waves of the spoon before leaving it to boil. The dark moody lighting of the wax candles gave shadows an eerie look from Tyan’s view. He padded to the window and peered out from behind a dingy brown cloth curtain. The sky could just barely be made out from the thick canopy of the jungle. Most of the slumstructures here were single story buildings made of mud and wood all built differently to the whim of whoever built them. Most had dirt or just general filth on them from the recent Running Of Senche, a vocational holiday that had just passed through Erestay. The townspeople, mostly Kahjiit were hustling down the street in a strange manor. Strangers called out from windows to passersby, who all rushed for the town square. Something was happening, a few guardsmen stood resolute at the archway to the town square, refusing to let the people past. The wooden bark street was filling with slummers and merchants. A yammer of languages mixed together, Kahjiiti and Kumal started to grow from its usual hum.

Ahh thankss. Yeah I knew pc was the right choice but just wanted some idea as to which fallout had the best qualities. I think fallout 3 is what I'm looking for

Ya I got this game a long while ago on xbox and it was a mistake. It isn't very fun on the console... laggy and awkward is how I would describe it. If I were to get another fallout game instead for pc, which would you guys recommend?

As I read and reread parts of this I have edited a lot of what was, and added in some parts that really needed to beefed up. Most of the beginning is different, and the plot as been tweaked. I can't really go and edit all the words I've changed because it's just so much! Fortunately I think I will be fixing it eventually, just not soon.

“You still here, Wujeea?” Tyan called in a raspy voice. He cleared his throat from lack of speech. “Wujeea,” He called, walking to the kitchen. She was not one to listen to the outside world, usually absorbed in a book. She was such an intellectual for a kahjiit, usually they do not focus so much on literature, but Wujeea loved it. She would read just about anything. In the bedroom stood a tower of books from all genres, all different authors. All touching on subjects Tyan was not aware of, or he cared little for. He was not an intellectual kahjiit that he was sure of. “I have the sugar, and the pot” He rather mumbled to his partner, she noticed he was in her existence once he put the pot on the red table. “Ahhh, no soul troubled you?” She flipped a page and looked up at Tyan. “No, no it was alright. I was quick” He half smiled, but he rolled his eyes. She always needed to have her way. “I knew no one would bother you. They don’t care Tyan” She gave him a challenging look. “I know they care, those people are our friends and even our litter. I don’t want them to see me like that.” Her ploys to cheer his thinking up never worked, for her smarts and charm, she never could figure Tyan’s thinking. “Everyone does it… but no lets not go into arguments. Get it started, shall we?” Wujeea put down the book, and stuffed it under a blanket on a corner table. Clearing a space on the table, Tyan took out a small wood bowl and a bag of whitish yellow powder. Some of the Moon Sugar clumped, it was a sticky substance when wet or moist, if unstirred. The dish they were making was Zumao Soup, a spicy smooth broth. Mostly Zumao was used as a filler food for making a meal seem more completed. However in the slums, poverty was at large. Not many in the slums had resources to recreate a wholesome meal and have courses. So this was going to be their dinner. Wujeea loved to make soups with spice, she found mixing the flavors just so interesting and she would work for hours to perfect her ingredients. The Moon Sugar they used was a sweet substance common to the Urstubaaden region. Most cultures here used Moon Sugar as a component in food items. To those unaccustomed to the powder it could be considered a drug, or narcotic of sorts. The Kahjiiti race was immune to those effects, as their unique physiology eliminated the toxins responsible for the euphoric effect. As Wujeea found her select spices she would use for the soup, Tyan set up the fire pit on the other side of the room. He put a log on the already burning logs. “Get the water” Wujeea purred to him. Nodding, he took the pot to the back end of the house, where stood a pump of the earthly liquid. Taking a few long strokes of the handle, Tyan filled the pot around near to the brim, but with some space left. Then took it to the fire pit and rested it on a metal arch to heat the water. Tyan had no knowledge of the spice that Wujeea was using, he knew that it tasted good but he did not ask. She would no doubt go into a speech of epic proportions if he showed an interest. He looked in the cabinet on his left and look out some cabbage as well as leek. He chopped a few using a battered old knife. The particular knife had been in his family for years, bought a decade back when his mother, old and cruel now, but then nicer, had a set of them. This was his last reminder of her. She left due to her outrage at a certain someone becoming involved with Tyan. Fitting, he thought that his last item of hers was a bladed object. Sharp and dangerous, just like her. Taking the chopped vegetables into the pot he stuffed the knife into his belt holster and looked toward his mate. She was whipping around looking on shelves and drawers. “Hsssss! Not here Tyan, the Igunnu! Why didn’t you tell me” She waved at him and started mixing the rest of her collection into the sugar. “Oh I am supposed to know you needed Igunnu” He raised an eyebrow but sat down and looked at his hands. “I know Ty.. it is fine” She laughed a little and put the mixture into the pot, now boiling. Aroma of the sweetness filled the room, a striking but subtle smell feeling like the summer days, hot and crisp, but sweet and soft made Tyan just about drool on the table. “That is good, did you use the new mixture you told me?” “Yeah, that’s the one. It had a great smell, but it won’t taste like that. I tried it already on the Hunbura steaks, the ones you finished last night?” She smiled to him. “Oh, you did it to them? The taste is so different. That’s strange stuff” He was amused she was giving him a soft poke for eating the last of the Hunbura. It was quite a rare meat to get in the slums. Even being a common animal among the trees, they are difficult to hunt giving them a price on their small avian heads. “Haha yes I know. Mm, on a different note,” She paused “The spoon…” Wujeea took it from Tyan to stir. “...This has been a long wait for the group, I mean, you know it’s been a fortnight-” Tyan had to cut her off “Oh no it has been a fortnight and a half, and I know, I met Orethimn just before finding my treasure(gesturing to the pot) he told me some things. Important things” Wujeea looked at him, expecting him to keep going, but he looked away and shook his head. “I need to take care of them myself, Wujeea, they aren’t for you to know about.” “Why do you do things like this. I am as much a part of this rebellion as you, loved one. I do not like degradation of my talents, as I am sure Vak’raka is thinking. I am incapable of working and successfully completing a ‘task,’ but I am” in agitation she flicked her ears back and twitched them. “I see that even within a radical group of free people, females do not get to have their freedoms” She shook her head and stirred angrily. “No, I can’t be completely sure of Vak’Raka’s reasoning, he is not making sense always, but you know he holds no disrespect for women, you should know of all people…” he looked at her from the corner of his feline green eyes.

The brown painted walls of the apothecary where wearing down. The once rich color now more beige, from sunlight and streaks of it had come off, revealing the brown bark of the tree shaped into the building. A strange method was used for building in Erestay. Strange to Tyan anyway, he was no magician. When the city was founded, some two hundred years ago, it was on the jungle floor. All manner of dangerous animals lived down there, Great Sarcons, Tigers, Untamed Senche, Senche-Raht. Carnivorous birds, the flocks of Hunbura sat in the bottoms of the canopy waiting for prey. Many other things as well, although great deals were herbivores, the predators although somewhat scarce were too vicious to bear. The Sechne Republic, the ruling body of Dunejih at the time brought up a dozen Calico magi. They were the first of the guild of mages in Erestay. They used a magic unknown to most of the world, tree magic. They first transported soil to the tops of the tree canopy and then planted seeds there. The mages grew the trees at unnatural speed and into the shapes of houses and other buildings. Thus the beginning of the city above the jungle and over the years the guild has inducted newer members to build upon the town. The first building to be built was reportedly the Great Hall, which is the biggest structure to ever be built above the trees. Tyan looked in his bag to make sure he had what he took. He still did. Reaching a curve in the street, he didn’t follow the bend but he looked forward at the structure in front of him. This was his friend’s home. His pride friend, Wujeea was close to Tyan. Their families always had been together. Most families in the slums form bonds with other families and end up living under the same roof, or next to each other. Usually the members of each family marry together, such as a group of young brothers and a sister pairing with another family’s youngest. The close relations between the members of the families didn’t matter much to the kahjiit. It made no difference if your uncle married your mother or if ones cousins’ children paired with one’s litter. Tyan and Wujeea’s family took up residence together in a two story tree. A quite large building for a slumstructure, as they called them. It wasn’t that the people who lived in Erestay looked down on the slums, but they felt bad for them. A few years ago there was an outbreak of desert plague drove a wedge through the slums and the main part of Erestay. The slumstructure was uniform to the rest on the street, as they all were built at the same time, generally. Walking into the abode, he breathed in the musty dark spice filled air.

-5- Dark was the night, blanketing the dry grasses. Tall reeds and lilies lined the banks of a peaceful river. Stars twinkling and the twins orbiting in the sky. Rather opposites than twins. The lands of Urstubaad were a majority of rolling grasslands and desert. Once, it was said the ground used to be lush and tropical. Countless breeds of plant and animal flourished on the continent. The tropics used to range from the north to south. Covering the ground in rich topsoil and copious amounts of rain. Walking past all the people seeming to head in a uniform direction to the markets, Tyan couldn’t help but to look at all the different faces. All different kinds of the kahjiiti race passed him by. Some looked like men but with furry features. Others had to walk on all fours. Some kahjiit rode on kahjiit! Depending on the moon cycles, many subtypes and varieties of cat could be born. Tyan was the most common type of kahjiit, the Suthay-Raht. Most of whom he passed by were of the same birth type as himself. Tyan turned and took a less traveled road. At this time of day no one was here. The only souls down this dreary pathway consisted of homeless and an elderly feline, her whiskers kinked and long from age. She had a lot of grey hair over her arms, but her face still held her golden tufts. She looked like a Suthay. Tyan noticed she was sweeping away leaves from her bark porch. The backs of these buildings belonged to two businesses, both of which Tyan had visited. One business being an apothecary and the other a specialty food store. Not many gave the latter business, as none in this part of Erestay had much money to spend on such unnecessary items. Of course most in the slums didn’t know what to use the ingredients in. Tyan was quite a cook and knew a lot of ‘unnecessary’ things could spice up a meal quite nicely. The Kahjiit had abnormal tastes when it came to food. Abnormal from a human perspective though. To them, the cuisine was quite normal, and actually bland. The people living in the slums ate pretty much all the same things all the time. Usually some sort of fondue, consisting of potatoes, hash, leek, and raw chicken eggs. Occasionally a fruit or two would be bought by the wealthy poor. Sometimes if a sale was posted, more vegetables would be bought. Tyan was in the special business, the secretive collecting of goods, when others were not looking. It could be said he was a thief, but everyone in the slums had to be a thief every now and then. It wasn’t easy living in where he did. Not many lived long enough to see their grandchildren. In any case many slummers did not have legitimate children anyway.

Why would a khajiit be here? Probably looking for shelter. But… the cat people usually don’t venture to Harggroth much less the Craiglands. Yorgan was confused as to why this one was here, in the harsh wastes. The Khajiit hail from another landmass, way to the southeast called Urstubaad. Grasping the wooden poles, he decided to put the tent away as he wasn't going to sleep. The ashes smoldered just a bit. Getting the fire to start back up was not so hard as making it anew. Yorgan put dry grass on it and blew it back into existence. He put the remaining twigs on the little flame and blew on it some more. About an hour had past when Yorgan Worn was good and warm. His fire was now dying down, and he had no food for the flames. It was time to get moving, if he was to get to the mountain by the end of the fortnight he would need to put on his running shoes. Being figurative of course.

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Game of Thrones addict here. Also Grimm and Chicago Fire, and Chicago P.D.. Maybe a bit of Law and Order

Im getting a bit of the writers block and im reworking the beginning so there probably wont be much new stuff for a bit.