Tajjus

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

Jeddediah grunted with approval at his second in command’s words. He pressed his lips together, nodding his cow-boy hat as he stared down the massive army. She was as confident and as much of a reinforcement as ever. Yeah, you tell ‘em Anne. We ain’t gonna tolerate them-Romans---wait a sec. We’re walkin’ away quietly? Jed’s brow furrowed at Anne’s words, as he turned to her, narrowing his eyes in the way someone might if they wanted to say ‘what the heck’.
“Now Anne-“ Jed’s words were interrupted by Octavious’s booming voice, as he proclaimed his own terms. Apparently the Cowboys weren’t going to be having a say in this. As if!

“There’s a first time for everythin’! And from where I’m standin’, it sure looks like there’s a big ol’ fat boundary between you and this here land. It’s called—“ Jedediah paused dramatically, looking back to his men, to catch their eye as quickly as he could catch their moral. “—Freedo-“ The roman interrupted him once more, making him back up his horse as a hundred or so objects entered the air, spittering towards the wild west. “Duck for cover men!” He shouted, as Anne shoved him off his horse, inches away from one of the big lookin’ rocks. Anne, being the sharp lass she was, had her eyes elsewhere the instant she was done with him.

‘Sir, we’re being watched. Someone’s here.’

“Well butter my biscuit.” Jedediah muttered, pointing his twin guns at the roman intruder. He clicked his duel pistols once, twice, before remembering that they didn’t work at all. “Lord Mercy! My doggon weapons don’t work.” Jedediah cursed, remembering that they were made of the same material as he was: wax. He’d have to get the archer himself if he was gonna make a difference here.

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The instant that heck began to rain down from the roman emprie, Markus knew that it was time he let an arrow loose directly at the two just as the large rocks were hurled. Only the female quickly ducked herself and her leader out of harms’ way, causing Markus’s arrow to fly straight for the ‘night guard’s’ rear end. Markus scoffed at the fortune he was receiving today as he instantly lined another arrow up with his bow string, firing a secondary arrow at the two, this one was aimed for the shoulder of the leader.

The female, whoever she was, was commendably quick, firing a few rounds his direction. Her aim was as true as his, his arrow hiss Jedediah right in the left shoulder, and her bullets planting themselves right in Markus’s stomach. Markus jolted upon impact, almost feeling like the wind was kicked out of him—before he stared down at his torso. He had two holes in him now. The prepared scream in his mouth died as he saw now blood come out, and found he actually was feeling not too bad. He blinked twice.

Wait a minute. He stroked his chin, before more bullets found their way into his chest, and made him smack down backwards upon the ground above the cave.
He too had his own curses to spout.

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

This hombre was horrible. Jedediah gave Larry a long stare as he stuttered to Annie how he was normal sized. Yeah right. If Jedediah had been given enough time to talk to this guy about how he was so large that Jed’s gang could raise a whole herd of cattle on his backside, no space problems at all. Pressed as he was, Jedediah couldn’t venture into such obvious details, as he just pressed his lips together in a tight frown at the Romans who weren’t really getting the picture either.

Annie was good enough to try to do some explainin’ to them, but it wasn’t like they were gonna listen either. Then and their stickin’ roman shenanigans. Jedediah’s had found its way around his trusty (yet completely dysfunctional) pistol. It just wasn’t right his pistol didn’t work but their silly catapults did. It almost made Jedediah walk over to his horse and pull his bull-whip from the saddle. But again, time was of the essence~

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Markus kept himself scarce in the meantime. No point in him engaging, though a part of him still yearned to join his roman brethren. Although, these cowboys didn’t seem to be posing too much for a threat. The giant actually didn’t too eager to fight. Which was fantastic. If he removed himself from the equation, the Romans had hope for glorious victory.

Markus grinned at that thought, taking an arrow from his quiver, pulling his bowstring backwards as he focused on Jedediah. The cowboy had his back to Markus. No one knew the roman was there. If Jedediah was removed from the equation, then the cowboys would be leaderless. Unless that fair female was second in command. He lowered his bow, reaching behind him for another arrow. His pointer and middle finger squeezed his first arrow between them. Meanwhile, his middle finger as well as the digit beside it pressed a secondary arrow’s thin body between them. He then resumed his previous position. A rapid fire form of firing arrows was about to be equipped~

Markus had yet to realize that he was made out of wax, or that everyone else save the giant was. He did know that if the giant only left—
C’mon…

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

Jedediah ignored Anne’s horse whinning as he trotted his beside the giant, hopping off of the four legged creature. He stomped up to the frame of the whole Cowboy display, looking upon the countless roman soldiers.

“Hey! This ain’t your fight!” Jedediah shouted to the man he knew as Octavias. That cocky-eyed good for nothing Italian was messin’ up Jed’s show. Jed had a few other things he would’ve liked to yell at the Mohawk-military-mongrel, but the words didn’t come out of his mouth as his eyes fixed on the catapults.

“Don’t you do it.” Jedediah warned. If you keep this up I’mma git you when yer dressed in those stupid bedsheets and wearin’ that wheat on your bald head. Jedediah wanted to threaten, but the Cowboy believed that with a glare like his, all that information was already evident. Of course there would be a difficulty in reaching Octavias but he’d cross that bridge when he got to it. For now, he’d just stare down this bloke.

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Markus watched as the whole roman armada assembled, their silver and red coloring speckling the floor like hundreds of ants. From where Markus was, everything seemed so distant, save for the giant. The catapults were ready, proudly their cupped rims holding their flaming projectiles. It was an impressive sight; it made Markus wish he had joined the whole group. Only there was a giant man in the way, and the whole thing didn’t look like it was going to work out. Markus returned his gaze to the catapults. They could launch those giant stones pretty well last he checked.

Markus tried to do some math in his head as he thought about the approximate velocity of the rocks, and how quickly the catapuls could level walls. Then Markus’s mind replayed the Iron Horse smashing into the ground like a toy before the giant broke loose.

Markus’s comforts were once more dashed. He found himself sitting down ontop of the mouth of the cave. It wasn’t like there was anything else to do. He wasn’t about to anger something that huge. Not like his arrows would do much anyways. So he’d watch this whole thing see how it played out. Maybe some of the cowboys would receive some of the stray fire. Markus’s eyes trailed to the cow-boy right next to Jed. He blinked, it was the cowgirl, her figure had been less than easy to distinguish for a moment. Then his sharp eyes zoned in on her, he still couldn’t make out her features out precisely. Still. She seemed to be having difficulty with her horse. He leaned out a little to try to catch more of her features. He blinked. For a savage—she was surprisingly dazzling. He arched a brow, as he watched her with slight interest for a few seconds more~

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

Aw Mother Mercy. Jedediah thought, as Larry broke free of his bonds. His men were helpless against the raw might of the Gigantor.
“HOLD YER GROUND BOYS!” Jedediah shouted, even though they wouldn’t succeed. Really, it was the least he could do as Gigantor broke free. Jedediah would have gotten off his horse, to help in holding the man down only to have the nightguard break free just as the thought crossed Jed’s mind. He grunted as Annie called his name behind him, he resisted the urge to turn his face. He didn’t need anyone’s look of ‘told you so’ or anything along the lines at the moment. So the cowboy remained on his horse, he muttered a ‘Dad gummit’. Jedediah returned his gaze to the giant, before he lightly kicked the belly of his horse with the backs of his boots so that he could step forward. He could hear something else stirring from beneath the stand, and if it was what he thought it was, his bad day was going to get worse.

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Markus suppressed a small chuckle from where he was. This was an amusing sight. If these ‘cowboys’ were the Roman Empires enemies, than it would be more than easy to bring them under Octavian’s control. Then Markus realized something.

If this giant had no problem with the Iron Horse, and the ropes of these cowboys, then what precisely was going to bring him down? Markus thought of the realative size of their catapults and other war machines. Suddenly Markus didn’t feel like anything would be easy around here, with this Night-Guard on the watch. Boulders were only pebbles to this giant. Arrows were but small splinters.

Markus blinked twice, forgetting about where he was for a moment, looking down beyond the wildwest stand to the assembling Roman army. It was too late. This was going to be a humiliation to the Roman empire.

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

Jedediah’s triumphant grin fell the instant the trainfell off the rails. So much for that idea. He snapped his fingers. If that hadn’t worked, then dynamite probably wouldn’t either. Dang! How the heck was he supposed to get rid of this Night Guard guy? Jedediah looked to his men for a second, as if to apologize the train hadn’t left a more clear ark in the larger man’s head.

“Well….so much for that.”
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Markus had just scaled the tope of the cave, getting a good view of the whole thing as planned. The Iron hoarse was moving right toward’s the poor giant’s head, at full speed. Markus prepared to see the man die—when the trained slammed into him and then fell off the rails. Markus couldn’t help but flinch upon the impact of the train. That out to leave a mark, whether he’s huge or not.

Markus thought, shaking his head. Goodness though, the blow this Nightguard had just taken. He didn’t seemed stunned, just annoyed. Was this Nightguard some unholy giant that Giaia had sent from the earth? No. Giaia wouldn’t send any giant to wreck judgement upon anyone when the giant’s dressed like that.

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

Annie and the nightguards plea made Jedediah sigh, rolling his eyes in a wide arch. “The names Jedediah.” He replied briskly back to the nightguard at the same moment that Annie replied back, causing him to furrow his brows for a second. After glancing at Annie, he looked back as her plea for the nightguard was said.
“Okay, stop the train.” Jedediah said flatly, speaking aloud, then lowering his head for a second in defeat.
“NOW FULL SPEED AHEAD! RAM ‘IM BOYS RAM ‘IM!” As soon as he’d ducked his hat it shot back up again, as he raised his arm in encouragement. He’d be skinned alive before he went back on his original purpose, besides, even Gigantor couldn’t stop progress. Not the progress of the mighty Iron horse, which roared for the night guard at full speed-

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Markus had only just scaled the top of the giant when he heard a shout of ‘RAM IM BOYS RAM IM’ Markus wasn’t entirely sure he was able to decode that sort of dialect, but whatever was going on the giant was probably going to be struggling soon. The archer dislodged from the night guard’s clothing setting himself down upon the dry land of the cowboy stand.

He frankly had no idea what was going on, as he snuck from the sidelines, deciding being the center of attention wasn’t the best at the moment. He heard the sound of the Iron horse covered the sound of him casually climbing up to the top of the cave, for the best line of vision, and for the most ideal sniping position, just incase.

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

“What’s goin’ on?” Jedediah repeated the newcomers question, looking down from his horse. He looked to her,
“This here man’s incharge of encasin’ us in this box. He’s stoppin’ our progress, and that won’t do. We need new land to expand the railroads, and to run our livestock!” He answered, “Partner, we’re revoltin’ ‘gainst this here tyranny! No sir, we ain’t gonna take this kinda stuff no more!” Jedediah ran a pinched finger briskly on the rim of his ten gallon hat, as he looked up to see the view of the Iron Horse bolting for the nightguard. The men were holding him down just fine…

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Kytell darted closer across the smooth stone floor, towards the skirmish engraved in the wall of the room. It seemed so far, despite the fact that the Italy—or—Roman territory was right next to this foreign land, with a desert. Kytell had run up to the stand quickly enough to hear the loud noises. He looked up at the cliff that existed between him and a much better view of this whole thing. Normally, would have had to report back, but the other scouts were doing that. Which meant that his restrictions were nell.

Kytell found it easy to climb upward, as he just gripped the leg of the Nightguard, instnesly fixed on the floor. The man pulled out two arrows which he would use as climbing utensils. Kytell figured he’d have to climb hastily, however, being quick and lightly equipped gave him that exact advantage. Hence, the archer hastily climbed upward. He was going to explore this new land, while he still could. The thick cloth of the nightguards outfit would prevent him from niticing the small gashes Kytell was making in it, considering his focus would be on the train, Kytell knew he could make the climb.

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

To suddenly awaken was something most definitely odd. Kytell could have sworn he’d always been this way, as he tried hard to remember the groggy past that belonged to him. For a weird reason, he felt like he had been asleep for a while. A long while. Kytell grunted as he stretched, checking his bow and his arrows. Everything was just as he recalled it had been.

Octavian, his commanding legionary had made hast to put him in the ranks of his soldiers, and to send him out ahead to ensure there was a clear space for the rest of the troops to assemble their ranks into. The objective was to ‘overtake the night guard’. Kytell didn’t know who the night guard was, or if it was some kind of army. Maybe a special name for some group of Huns or another barbarian. Kytell skipped along the weirdly colored floor towards a huge man in odd apparel.

‘You’ll know him when you see him soldier’.

Zues’s beard I recognize him. How in the name of the gods is he so— Kytell’s eyes locked onto the other men that were his size. They were tying up the man.

‘There’s also another enemy out there. They’re simply dressed, have strange head wear, and talk like fools.’
Kytell had been warned about the cowboys as well. The roman archer’s sharp eyes zoned in on one of them. They’d pinned down the large man to their own stand, where they were firing up something..Kytell cupped a hand around his ear. Something called an iron horse. Kytell couldn’t imagine what a horse made out of metal would do to the man unless it was as big or bigger, but then again, running on a checkered colored floor and seeing giants meant anything could happen. He made a loud whistle to the scouts behind him. The space was clear for the army to arrive. Kytell thus set his eyes on the small female figure in the distance—the only one who wasn’t screaming at ‘The night guard’~

NATM: The Newest Twist In History { Angel & Tajjus }

Full Name: SmallCrow
Nicknames: SmallCrow

Immediate relatives:

-BigCrow
-TallCrow
-Red Crow
-Velcro
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Known For:
Small Crow was a renowned translator and mediator for the Cherokees and white Americans during the civil war. His tribe was known for being friendly towards most people, and often helped settlers and or farmers transition into their new lands. Small Crow helped negotiate for his tribe through his sumptuous knowledge of languages. He diligently learned Irish, French, Scottish, and a great deal of European languages (including English) in order to communicate between the growing white skin population of America.

Hair Color: Raven black.

Eye Color: Deep brown

Miniaturized height: .2”

Humanized height: 5’11”

Museums: The Museum of National History

Portrayer: Zahn McClarnon

Brief Backround+ Character traits:

Small Crow was one of many Indians kidnapped from his native land and taken to England, where he was forced into labor. Through handwork, he was able to demonstrate his intelligence to his masters and learned the languages around him. After 15 hard years the young Indian achieved his rights and found a ship back home.

When he found his way back home at long last, the Cherokee gladly reintegrated himself into his old society as quickly as possible. By some miracle time had taught the man patience and understanding. While he still felt distantly traumatized by his abduction, Small Crow decided it was his job to ensure that needless violence and selfishness wouldn’t occur to his kind again. All the while he was mindful of any bitterness his tribesmen held against the whites, and extended his lifetime to soothe his people.

His people soon recognized him as a young elder: someone with experience and an opinion that mattered.

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Within the Exhibits, SmallCrow found himself doing more the same. While most strange historic pieces seemed inclined towards conflict, Small Crow managed to establish his tribe as a peaceful or neutral display. Though a fairly new addition to the Museum, Small Crow dedicated his energies for truces, or trying to empathize with the confusion of any other historical stands.

The Hobbit: A New Evil Beginning { Tajjus & Angel }

Kili on the other hand wasn’t feeling like this forest was the most friendliest place he could have followed Thorin into. Kili kept a hand on his bow as he traveled, keeping his eyes keen. He still felt something strange was in the air, as he walked on. This journey had proved to be an interesting one. This forest though. It was an ideal place for an ambush, whether the orcs had come in or not. There were always other things that presented a threat. Like those trolls they’d encountered earlier.

The party was making as much progress through the forest as it could, as time slipped by, still, Kili wished their legs could have carried them faster through these woods. A glimpse of the Hobbit, their burglar, reminded him he hadn’t had something to munch on for some time. Idly pulling an apple from his pocket, the Dwarf crunched on the delicious fruit. The skin was thin, the whiteness of the apple was crisp and packed with refreshing juices. Yet still, the air of the forest seemed to corrupt some of this goodness even from something as scrumptious as an apple.

“Ah, Saeril, we’ll be at the end of this forest before nightfall right?” He asked curiously, though a part of him believed they wouldn’t. He clutched his bow a little tighter. Something told him they were being watched…
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Leading the Dwarves along the path towards their Lonely Mountain, stocked with gold was proving to be less and less of an Easy chore as time went on. Thorin released a gruff puff from his mouth as he sucked in air. The march for the end of the forest continued, as it’s insidious magic began to toll everyone’s minds. The party seemed to be getting more and more agitated with every step. Thorin himself felt himself growing impatient. "Thorin... Oakensheild... King... Closer... Thorin.... Under The Mountain..." Thorin blinked, stopping in his tracks, glancing to the elf immediately.

He’d disapproved of her type accompanying the party ever since Gandalf suggested her as a comrade, or more like it, left her with the dwarves. It was bad enough that they’d been forced to dine with the elves in the last forest they’d treaded through. Now they were stuck with another pointy-eared narrow faced pest. Was she giving him this little message? No, that wasn’t her voice. He realized he was staring at her with a death gaze, and turned to continue treading. She deserved it anyways. Oakenshield... Closer... Thorin... Thorin released a soft groan. Where do you think I’m headed? Now be quiet. Unless you have something worth saying for Thror’s sake. Thorin thought back, hopefully that would quiet that nagging voice down.

Meanwhile, the elf kept giving Kili those eyes as if she was his mother. It was disgusting. Since Thorin had respect for the younger dwarf, he didn’t disgrace the elf, since he seemed to not mind her at all. Hopefully the elf would just leave sometime. Thorin knew that wouldn’t happen though. So the dwarf walked on.

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Tajjus had heard Saeril’s response, but he was not about to reply to her. He would follow them. Perhaps, a good method of keeping up would be to venture into the trees. It seemed like a sound strategy, to climb before leaping from branch to branch, staying behind as he watched from above. Tajjus grunted to himself, as he looked at one of the towering wooden skyscrapers. It was going to be easier said than done, considering that he was raised in the desert, where the only green things around were cacti. He could do it though, he just wouldn’t have the expertise of those woodland-folk, or the elves as they were called. Tajjus unsheathed a curved shaped knife. It was almost exactly like a sickle, perfect for grabbing onto things. Hence, the desert knight began to climb a tree.

He felt something disturbing in the air, as if the woodlands were---evil. Tajjus sensed some sort of witchcraft, and yet, he wasn’t entirely sure he could put his finger on it. He just knew he would have to move swiftly. Keeping up with this band will be difficult. He almost grunted as he heaved himself up a branch. Tajjus felt some fatigue over take him as he lifted himself over another branch. He missed his home, in the desert. How he missed the sands, and how he missed the family in the hostile planes. This forest made of plants—it was something truly strange to him. He’d never seen so many trees in his life. The elf most likely knew her way around the forest. What was her game exactly though?

Perhaps, in time, he would figure her out a little more. She was unlike those other woodland folk, considering she had those horns, as well as wings…