Araby264

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@stone
Skahn has a limited vocal range, so they can talk. It's just very hard and sounds terrifying

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Skahn Dra

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Skahn's large head bobbed up and down in an ecstatic fashion. Skahn was delighted at The Hawk's answer. The fact that they did not have to ride the Boga, frightening a prospect as that was, made the excitement of the mission much more enjoyable. The Hawk then turned to the Dwarf and began to speak in private, motioning for the rest of the group to mingle amongst themselves for a moment.

Skahn turned and looked for other Runner's to speak to, but noticed that the majority were either keeping their distance, or otherwise engaged. Skahn understood. Zitan were generally not trusted in 'civilized' culture. It was sad, but Skahn was sure that in time they would make acquaintances, for now though it may be best to give the others space. Skahn lumbered over a little to the side. They were further away from the Boga and had given the others more room to move.

So, as The Hawk turned again and began to speak, Skahn stood about two feet to the left of where they had been before. The Hawk mentioned that Skahn was to join the Schooner and Skahn's head once again bobbed in delight. Skahn had seen Schooners before, both riding the sands and crashed in the desert, full of things to gather and bring home to The Hive. Skahn was excited to ride in one for the first time, and very much hoped they did not end up like the later of Schooners they Skahn had seen. Skahn made to move to The Torvin's sides and upon closer inspection Skahn noticed that the Dwarf had a gear carved into it's flesh.

Skahn knew that it was a custom for soft-skins to do this with things that were important to them, though why they chose to scar themselves was beyond Skahn's own knowledge. Skahn paid it close attention for a moment, and made a note to speak to The Torvin about it later, before The Hawk made mention that others were welcome to join the Schooner. Skahn heard a few people make moves and then stop. Skahn hoped they had not dissuaded other Runners from joining the Schooner, it would be for the best that only the most skilled riders were on the Boga.

After the first few scuffles of half-hearted movement a soft-skin introduced themselves as The Asante and made claim to a position on a Boga. Soon after The Karissa also laid claim to a position on the Boga. Skahn's head tilted to the side in curiosity. Had the Hawk not asked for those who wanted to ride the Schooner? Was there any reason to mention who wished to ride the boga? Though they were essentially the same thing Skahn wondered if the difference mattered.

Putting questions of Soft-skin behavior aside, Skahn leaned to Torvin and began to sign.

"Skahn gives greeting to The Torvin. Do you know hand sign? I ask only to see how cumbersome this journey may be for Skahn Verbally."

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E f f e c t s :
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W i t h : Everyone

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M e n t i o n s : @LordOfTheNight</sup>

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@LordOfTheNight
I'd be down with a discord

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"IT'S NOT A PHASE MOM!" I yell as I do the dishes without being asked.

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@stone
so I love Iyana and she's the best dork ever.

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@LordOfTheNight
Hey, Goblin gang!
My regular game has gotten postponed due to the virus, but I play a goblin paladin!

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Skahn Dra

S a n d o
E v e n i n g

Skahn made motion to reply to the Hawk, who spoke as the leader, but before they could reply there was a quick gust of wind and sand was blown into the air. Skahn's large, wide head tilted to the side and their black glossy eyes locked on the one who announced themselves as the Karissa.

What an odd display of magic. Was the Karissa challenging the Hawk's role as leader?...No, to Skahn tis seemed to be more of a personal grudge. But why threaten a fellow Runner. It made little sense to Skahn, but no matter, there were other arriving now.

A stout Dwarf and a creature, soft-skin or not Skahn couldn't tell, covered in metal plates. Skahn had never seen such armor and it interested them. Skahn desperately wished to question the creature, but other things stood more paramount, such as the mission. Maybe later though, Skahn could ask.

Skahn's eyes returned to the Hawk, and they began to sign, as The Hawk seemed to understand it last time.

"Skahn apologizes, Skahn wishes to interrupt the..." there is a brief pause in the flurry of motion from Skahn's hands. "Skism between The Hawk and the Karissa to answer The Hawk's question as 'yes' and ask a question of Skahn's own. What are the details of this mission to Ruk? The Runners will be walking?"

The question came almost eager at the end. Skahn very much wished that they would not be riding the Boga. So, Skahn let their hands rest and waited patently for an answer, as surely more would soon be levied on The Hawk. This was to be the first mission for many it seemed, and Skahn was worried that there large group may attract attention walking through the sands to Ruk.

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@6slyboy6
Thank you, I think it'll be fun and interesting character. I also enjoy Karissa as well, I'm enjoying all of the cast actually.

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Skahn Dra

S a n d o
E v e n i n g

As the comforting warmth of the sun began to fade of the horizon, Skahn began to make their way from the outskirts of Sando into the city proper. Their massive chitinous form was covered lightly by brown ragged cloth, and straps of leather which held the ensemble together. Soft-skins made way for Skahn as they lumbered quietly and quickly through the streets and the night-vendors who were begining to sell their wares of food, blanket and kindling gave Skahn looks of suspicion and distrust. Zitan were not to be trusted, after all.

The smells of cooking meat and smoke from fires, both for cooking and warmth, wafted past the Zitan's antennae, which began to twitch.* For a brief moment Skahn considered attempting to purchase some of the food, but quickly perished the thought. Most soft-skins would not sell to Skahn, and besides, they had other things to do. The Runners had told Skahn to come to the stables, there was work to be done. So Skahn obeyed, and dutifully waded through the small soft-skins to the meeting.

It had been an interesting experience applying for the Sunrunners. Skahn had imagined that they did not get many Zitan, and for good reason. Runners were often the ones who cleared out Zitan camps from the outskirts of towns and villages. While Skahn had been subject to this a time or two, they held no ill will toward the organization, and had in fact, decided to join the organization after they had saved Skahn's own life. Now Skahn would work with them to save the lives of others. It was an interesting twist in the sands, as Skahn's elders used to say.

Skahn made their way to the stables, odd construction that they were, to find a small gathering of soft skins and boga. Skahn's plates began to itch, for Skahn found the Boga to be rather unnerving. Something about their bird like beaks and feathers set Skahn on edge. Skahn was not the only Zitan to feel this aversion, which is why so many Zitan choose to cross the desert in groups, rather than on boga-back. So Skahn skirted the creatures nervously as they made their way to the small group, and hoped that the mission was not to be done with the terrifying creatures.

It seemed some of the soft skins seemed to be speaking together when Skahn approached, so the seven foot Zitan attempted to at least make a graceful entrance into the conversation. Skahn fixed their lidless jet black eyes on the group and their middle arms came free of the cloak and made a small, friendly wave, before they began to use hand-speak.

"Greetings, friends. Skahn apologizes for the intrusion, but is this The meeting of Runners for the job to Ruk?"

While Skahn's hands moved at a rapid clip, transcribing the creatures thoughts into movement, Skahn attempted to speak in common, a rather daunting prospect that oftentimes resulted in a mass of hisses and clicks that were unintelligible. This time Skahn managed form only one, barely cohesive word, "Runners?"

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W i t h : Karissa, Asante, Hawke

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@stone
Whoops!
Like I said work kicked my ass today.
But i will have a post up tomorrow
Thank you for letting me know