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[i][center]Location: Near the outskirts of the 'Gathering' - Able to see the tall mountains.
Interacting with: [@Dusksong] - Eilidh, [@Write] - Éclair, [@McHaggis] - Flydren.
Mood: Inertness -> Drowsiness -> Apprehension[/center][/i]

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[list][*][color=9999FF]Fletching:[/color] He is an accomplished fletcher, making his own arrows and even his own bow[*][color=797a9e]Unnerving Stare:[/color] His stare is known to look at your core, your soul and deconstruct your very being[*][color=9999FF]Fleet of Foot:[/color] His tribe is naturally gifted in their fast stride, they can traverse the land with relative easy and can scale even the tallest trees in seconds.[/list][list][*][color=797a9e]Scouting:[/color] His tribe requires to know the lay off the land, he scans the area around him and can make a mental or physical map.[*][color=9999FF]Dead-Eyed Markmanship:[/color] There are some truths in rumours, his skill in Archery is well-reknowned[*][color=797a9e]Agile:[/color] He tends to fight using his quick speed, under the doctrate of being able to dodge every attack meaning that they can never sustain damage.[/list]
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Kanza's eyes opened wearily, the familiar smell of dirt and herbs entered his nose, his eyes slowly dulled recognising the interiors of the tent to be his own tribes. His mind silently sighed in relief, and his tensed body relaxed. He still gelt sluggish and slow, but the throbbing headache had slightly subsided, still present but he would be able to will himself through it. Turning his head he saw Eilidh, the tribe's apprentice healer, the person who would one day become the head healer. A tremendous responsibility.

With her head burrowed in her hands, he could almost hear Darragh's harsh and unforgiving tone, with a struggle he sat up slightly,

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[color=#58D3F7]"Eilidh."[/color] he said, his voice still weaker than anticipated, his head slightly bowed in gratitude,[color=#58D3F7]"My most profound thanks for getting rid of that debilitating headache, it is very appreciated."[/color]
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Instinctively he rubbed the bottom of his lips. The pain stung when it made contact, his jaw flinched and he quickly flicked his hand away. There were bandages covering his lower jaw.

[i][center][color=#58D3F7]What in Artemis' name happened to me?[/color][/center][/i]

He tried to gather his memories, trying his best to recall what he was [i]seeing[/i] when the lake turned a shade of otherworldly gold. However his mind protested, the dull throbbing turning into full-on pain. Fortunately he still could remember the basic idea of whatever he had seen. It was a conversation between two figures, whom he could not recall the visages from and trying to do so simply invited the deafening throbbing back. What he didn't know was the purpose.

[indent][color=#58D3F7]"How did I get here?"[/color] Kanza abruptly asked, his head turned towards Eilidh with a small smile, [color=#58D3F7]"I distinctly remember... falling unconscious by the riverside."[/color][/indent]

After a few moments, he finally placed his feet on the floor. The initial feeling of lethargy slowly easing it's grip on Kanza. With another groan he unsteadily got up, his gait slow as he made his way towards his bow and quiver. He just couldn't sit still and rest after an event like that, despite the initial protest of Eilidh. Though he did invite her to tag along if she were that worried.

Parting the drapes, he figured out they were already at the gathering. His eyes trained on the Wolfrahg and Longear arm in arm, drinking and laughing the day away. A few Abaneki's Craenak men exchanging stories of girth. This atmosphere was one of a place coming close to a festival. As he parted their drapes a few looked in his direction, some wolf-whistling, only to be elbowed by another Longear and explained who Kanza was in hushed tones.

He sighed, his brow creased slightly. He had almost forgotten how it vexed him to deal with large crowds of people, especially those itching for the festivities to begin. Although, amidst the whispers of 'pretty woman, must be a longear' and 'a woman with a bow' he heard one which stopped him in his tracks.

[i][center]'Have you heard? Princess Narcissa has disappeared'[/center][/i]

Kanza felt the wind knocked out of him, his eyes swam on the crowd before locking onto the figure who said it, marching towards him with such fierce trepidation that the man whom had said it recoiled in fear.

[indent][color=#58D3F7]"Is this true?"[/color] he demanded, his voice low, but menacingly cold, [color=#58D3F7]"What has happened to her."[/color]

"I-I've only heard fro-from the rushing Karill, they were running all o-over, Sir." the lanky young man stammered, his eyes full of fearful apprhension.
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After a moment he finally let the boy go, massaging his brows in frustration. The Princess being missing could topple and may even ruin this whole gathering. He would be willing to help in finding her, but in his state, he may be more off a hindrance than of real help. However that didn't mean he couldn't enlist help from his own tribe, or maybe his scant friendships.

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After awhile he found himself in the area the Longears have stationed themselves in. He glanced at his hands, which still shook slightly. As if to confirm his fears, he walked into the range to test out if he was fit to use his weapon. There were bullseyes lined up next to each other, each distance varying. It was mostly Longears using their range but you could find a few people from Wolfrahg, Abaneki', Hollafoth, Roamwyn and even Rumasra's scattered all about. A few even holding a mock competition.

All of them were occupied, so he picked one at random. One with a Longear, Wolfrahg and Roamwyn. All but the Longear sprung up voices of complaint,

[indent]"We were here first girlie." the tall Wolfrahg bellowed, towering over Kanza getting up in his face,

"Yeah yeah- can you even use a bow anyway?" the Roamwyn plodded on giggling stupidly,  walking up and standing next to the Wolfrahg.

"Guys..." the Longear flustered warily, her eyes filled with anxiety instantenously recognizing Kanza, "Don't you kno-

Kanza held up a hand, as if to placate his fellow tribesmen. The Longear's eyes trailed onto the floor, her head shaking slightly,

[color=#58D3F7]"Sorry, but may I have a shot?"[/color] Kanza asked, locking his cold eyes onto the two men, [color=#58D3F7]"See... I've been trying to learn the bow. It's one of my first shots."[/color]
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Kanza didn't bother explaining the truth, he didn't want to deal with that at the very moment. He only had an annoyed look brandishing his bow. Pulling an arrow from his quiver, and lining up his shot. With an eye closed his breathing came to a deathly halt, and with the string taut he let it go. The arrow cut through the air tremendous speed, so much so that it produced a distinct howling whistle, a whistling only attained by archers of the highest caliber. The whistling even caught the attention of some goers, heads turned towards the sharp, hypnotizing sound.

It landed directly at the bullseye, to the untrained eye it would seem that this shot was indeed flawless, however Kanza's brow furrowed faintly. The shot was just slightly, [i]slightly[/i] off the intended trajectory, vexing him and turning his expression even more icy. The Wolfrahg and Roamwyn jaws flew agape, and the Longear accompanying then just had his face buried into his palm. Kanza turned around and began walking towards the exit, towards the main encampment of the Longears. As he did so he passed by the trio.

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"Sincerest apologies, [i]Head Advisor Kanza.[/i]" the female Longear uttered, her head bowed in solemnity "I-I... They didn't know any better and-"

[color=#58D3F7]"Raise your head, and fret not."[/color] Kanza said, his eyes passing by the two awestruck tribesmen by her side, beads of sweat proliferating, [color=#58D3F7]"It's understandable if people do not recognize me. Excuse me, I have to run, something important had come up."[/color]
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After a moment's pace he reached the main tent, and headed straight for the tent of Flydren seeing as the chieftain appeared busy, dealing with other important affairs. As he parted the drapes, two figures stood before him, the champion of the tribe, Éclair and (as much as he renounces it) soon to be chieftain of the Longears.

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[color=#58D3F7]"Master Flydren, Miss Éclair."[/color] Kanza called out, giving a curt yet short bow as he greeted them, [color=#58D3F7]"I apologize for having barged in like this unannounced. But... have you heard of what happened to Princess Narcissa?"[/color]
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