BigPapaBelial

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@Kelewen

Thank you, I was struggling with making a post. Your post kinda got me out of that funk.

Thank you deeply.

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Mistihkoman stumbled forward as the man who had grabbed him shoves him forward. He twists during the turn and just misses the man as he bolts and out the front door. He takes a few stumbling steps before hitting Taylor. He sighs and rights himself taking the Tomahawk from the man, "My people have been fighting since the French, British, Dutch, and Spanish, since the Germans and the Scottish came here. Even since the Norsemen came before them. Fighting...is something we're good at now." He slides the knife and tomahawk away inside his vest. Looking over at the saloonkeeper to see if he'll want to take those too. Just quirking his brow. He shrugs, "I wish I could take a scalp, but I think that would be worse then stringing him up as you say."

He's about to make that descision for the group taking a step towards Logan, when the keeper pulls out those shot glasses and pours out that liquor, "Another moniyew wants to talk? The last one started a fight." He looks up the stairs to the balcony curiously. He then looks at Logan, "Do we see this Grainger first, or take care of that...thing over there?" He looks around at the others who were at the table, then at the shots on the counter, "Hmmm. wihkipew...well...would be rude." He walks up takes one of the shots, looks up at the balcony and calls out, "Hiy hiy!" Then slams back the shot in one go.

translations

Been awhile hasn't it?

wihkipew - There is no actual word for alcohol, ie. beer, rum, whiskey, but there are words for enjoying drinks like it. wihkipew is literally "Enjoying drinking harmful drinks, ie beer, or whiskey". The concept of "Fire Water" as it comes up in American movies and media, is how a Comanche native described it in bad English one day to a trader.

Hiy hiy literally means "Thank you" And is one of several Cree Words that though they look like two or more words means one thing.

Let's hope I never have to break out the longer multi-part words.

Goblins of the Wilds

@Aristocles

No rush.

Goblins of the Wilds

The old craftsman smiled abit, "Dear sweet child." He chuckles, "For you are compared to me. Even without the, well investment in your litter, I'd have helped you I think. Other goblins out there only look out for themselves sometimes. But I am getting on in years, I see the grand picture these days. Alone, a young gobliness and a large litter, yes it would be hard all alone." He nods, "There is no pity in this, respect and hope yes, but no pity."

He sighs, "Food yes, drink is good but Food should have been one of the first things I offered you. Where are my manners. You're eatting for many now, or so I'm told by the wisegoblins of the tribe." He gets to his feet and briefly crosses down the short hallway leading to his hut.

There's the sound of clangs and what might be a knife hissing through something. It doesn't take long, but soon Koglan returns to the smithy, a fresh made bread trencher in hand, atop it, sliced apples, a wedge of yellow cheese, abit of dried and salted meat, and a bowl of pease pottage, likely Koglan's breakfast rewarmed slightly. He sets the trencher on the table in front of Siwa, "Here you go Siwa, eat well. There is more if you wish."

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Jordan Quinn

Jordan swings his Arm down and rests the butt on the ground, smiling and listening to the pair. He marvelled at Jahreszeiten Wechseln. his eyes widening, "Wow, that's spectacular! Look at those!" He leaned in to look at those wonderfully made and appointed gauntlets and the gems upon them, "That's spectacular. And they have offensive and defensive capabilities? Well that's even better." He nods then looks and marvels again at The Sword of Peace. He chuckles, "So Coach Cinter screwed up abit. Though gotta admit the Sword of Peace sounds way cooler." Again he listens to the explanation, "It's not a cutting weapon but a kinda...I dunno I don't want to say pain inducer...it's like it's a deterrent right? Nobody wants to fight if a sword hits them and they feel more pain through their whole body then in a single cut. Well that's what I think anyway." He grinned brightly, "Pretty amazing."

He swung La Longue Carabine up, checked the breach and was about to de-summon it when Oscar asked if the rifle is loaded, he looks at it then hums, "No just checked out of habit and it's not. Though that can be easily rectified." With a slightly smooth movement, clearly he's not completely familiar with his Arm yet, Jordan swings the butt up to his shoulder pulls the hammer to half cock, then swings it down to rap the butt of the rifle against the ground, the glow along the barrel getting brighter, then back up to firing position and a short movement he pulls the hammer all the way back to primed position, "It is now. Why?"

@Th3King0fChaos@dragonpiece

Avatar: Order of the White Lotus

Seung Bik

It's an interesting thing, the south that is. The Southern Air Temple is a wonderful place, he read the history abit before he was called down here. A place of great historical significance really, where the great Avatar Aang had called home before sealing himself away, along with his mentor Monk Gyatso. It is also where Avatar Roku had trained in Airbending. It's a spectacular place to say the least.

And upon Seung Bik, known as Brother Bik, the somewhat known young man who had endeavoured for years collecting lore, transcripts and materials on Earth Bending, arrival to the temple, he'd immediately more or less made his home in the temple library and archives. Learning everything he could. Reading accounts of Avatar Aang, and Roku, of Earth Benders who had visited and left anecdotes. Learning everything he could, wishing to add what he learns to the respositories at the Earth Bending Temple and Academy when he returned, or perhaps sending notes back while he's traveling.

It had not been too long ago that he'd been told that he'd be joining a team of benders and non benders to go out looking for the new Avatar. The cycle of Avatars had continued of course. Avatar Korra may have disconnected from her past lives, but that didn't mean the status of Avatar would not continue. Avatar Ria showed that after all, may her soul rest well. And now, the Fire Nation has another chance at producing an Avatar. It's interesting to see how this has sparked new events in the world. Some holding their breath and waiting for the reveal, others, well he's head tell of Earth Bender mercenaries being sent out to find and well, it's not good. A dark pall on his efforts to create a place for Earth Bending and students of Earth Bending sent out to murder.

He's setting down a manuscript when he feels a tug at his shirt elbow. He turns to find a White Lotus initiate there. A young girl in initiate robes. She bows shyly, "Brother Bik, the call to assemble has been made, your team is likely waiting for you." Seung looks up at the water clock nearby and gasps, "Ah! I had missed the time. Thank you young friend, can you see to these scrolls for me. I must hurry." He grabs the duffle bag at the foot of his chair and races off.

Once outside he turns to look at the stables, my but it would take awhile to run there. So he looks around to make sure no one is nearby, and planting himself, and with a powerful push, a pillar of stone launches him into the air, he sails up, up, over the wall to the stable and as he comes down he tenses and thrusts his hand down the ground coming up and he settles down into the softened ground, moments later he's standing on flat ground. Looking back as another Earth Bender with the White Lotus puts his launch site to rights and gives him a look of amusement. Seung looks to the Water, Fire and Air benders already there. He takes a step forward and it's only then that karma strikes, he trips, and faceplants on the slightly cracked ground of where he landed. He sighs, "Of course, wonderful first impression Seung..." With a push and the help of a small rock pillar he stands back up then bows, "Pardon my stumble, Seung Bik, Brother Bik if you like, or if informal, Coppercore, Earth Bender at your services." He straightens up and looks all those here already over, "Interesting. We are such a diverse group."

Avatar: Order of the White Lotus

An Earth Bender all the way in the South Pole where there is no Earth to Bend for who knows how far under all that ice and snow, this will be fun haha.

Just need to try and figure out what to post now.

Goblins of the Wilds

Koglan hummed and motioned to the pregnant gobliness, into the forge, past the furnace itself, and the knife billet staying heated by the hot coals. Into the tiny little living area at the rear of the smithy. A new door leading to his hut just next door cut into the wall there. Making it much easier for him to come and go back and forth between his hut and the forge. He gestures to one of the chairs, one of three, around a table made of a piece of a slab marble and several stout pieces of wood. He gestures to one of the chairs, "Sit. I have spoken on his matter." It's a stern way of saying it, but she says her feet are swelling which can only mean pain, which needs rest to help it. He waits for her to sit before he sits as well pulling a pitcher over and pouring some sweet water into two cups. He places one in front of her and nods, "You are right. As an elder of the tribe and a craftsman I am afforded some fortune."

He looks at the young woman, "Normally I wouldn't worry too much about this. It is our way, the males don't meddle int he affairs of birth." He nods slowly before continuing, "But as you say I have an investment perhaps, in your litter, a child, a boy, someone to pass my knowledge onto." He settles into his chair letting it creak beneath him, he looks across at Siwa, "But besides all that, I'd be a fair poor goblin if I were to ignore your plight." He chuckles, "I would have helped you for the asking even if you didn't potentially bear a pup of mine." He nods, "You will have free run of my smithy and my hut, and when I go to gather my food weekly you may come and sup daily if you like. I'll find someway to make it work. I have spoken on this matter." He makes a gesture to say he will say no more, having said his part.

The old goblin relaxed in his chair and nodded, "Moving on to other topics, when you are ready to dance again, I'd like to assist you. I have an idea. Though it may be looked down upon by the chief and the shamans for misusing my iron, I will make you bells, and large jangling rings, so when you dance you may make a merry din to go along with your steps." He nods, "Yes, I'd like to do this for you Siwa. But not until you have birthed and are ready to dance again. Yes?"

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Oli Cinter and Jordan Quinn

Jordan grinned broadly and pumped his fist. Not because this situation is amazing, no, more that he gets to use his Noble Arm in a situation that he can actually test what he's been learning here in the Academy. Shooting at targets and bottles is one thing, but this time he'll be able to see how his Arm works when it's actually in a situation where it counts. Targets and bottles don't move very much after all. He takes a deep breath, "Alright...so...what now?" He looks at the two other students, no his teammates, then back at Coach Cinter.

Oli for his part is nodding slowly and it looks like a weight has been taken off his shoulders. He relaxes a little, "For now you three, go about your days as usual." Internally Oli is spinning in circles and yelling victoriously I got all three! Aw yeah I rock!, is the thought in his head at that moment, but he keeps a straight face, "I need to alert the Director about your agreement to the assignment. When the times comes to stand too, I or another, more like myself, will email you with an alert to get into position when the time comes. For now, you three, maybe stick around get to know each other." He grins, "And thank you, sincerely and deeply, for taking on this mission gentlemen. We can consider this a huge step in the right direction for yourselves, the school and for Noble Arms everywhere. I'll leave you be and go and alert the Director." He winks at the three turns on his heel and tromps off.

Jordan blinks, "Well, umm I'll be honest, I've only ever seen the two of you at a distance. So uh, "I'm Jordan Quinn, from Alberta Canada, it's great to meet you." He hums then takes a deep breath and holds out his hand, that walnut finish, silver and platinum musket appearing in his outstretched hand, "And this, is La Longue Carabine, named after a great Mohawk scout way back during colonization. So I guess I'm our long range option in all this." He smiles, "So, yeah pleased to meet you both." He spun his Noble Arm up onto his shoulder, resting it over his right shoulder almost casually.

@Th3King0fChaos@dragonpiece

Oli jogged down the halls carefully, weaving through early bird students heading to class early or too other venues as the time for class draws nearer. Up he goes, towards the Director's office. Checking the time, his first class isn't for awhile yet, so he has time. Taking the stairs three at a time until with a hop, and a little skip step he stops at the Directors door. Straightening his coat and the shirt under it he reaches up and raps on the door, calling through it, "Director? It's me Oliver Cinter, I have an update for you."

@Letter Bee

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I'm having waaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much fun with Mistihkoman.