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 Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 1:35 pm
Kquish (Swamp Village) This is a village in the swamp, on stilts so as not to sink. Built from wood and reeds, and lit with flames, this is not the most welcoming place in the world, but it's like a 5-star hotel compared to what's out there... The locals are used to having lost and frightened strangers drop in and, they'll look after you very well. For a price.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 1:59 am
((How about Kquish Village?))
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 4:56 am
When Aktal finally reached home she felt about ready to collapse. She lived in one of the myriad of huts perched precariously over the swamp in the village of Kquish. A heavy mist was hanging over the village. It felt humid and uncomfortable. Many people found the swamp village unpleasant but she had grown up here. Learning to swim in the wetter parts of the fens, learning not to swim in the boggier parts. The swamps surrounding the village were home to a great many rare plants and animals, that was why her mother had chosen to live here away from the main city. Here were potential cures for every ailoment all locked up in plant form.
Her mother was outside the door of her parents hut. She was planting seeds by dropping them into the mire below. Certain plants grew surprisingly well in the swamp. After all there was plenty of water and nutrients. Her mother cultivated a sort of garden around her hut. Vines with maqny coloured leaves twined their way up the walls. Strange dark leafed plants sprouted equally dark flowers.
Pausing only briefly to say hello to her mother and enquire after her father she headed for her own hut. It was not far from her mother's, very close in fact. She had only moved out quite recently. She felt safest close to home. When she got in she went straight to the stuffed matress on the floor that served as her bed and flopped down.
Her hut was smallish. She had her bed in one corner and next to it shelves stuffed with books on healing, botany and magic. Across from this was the kitchen area, a hearth in which she could light a fire for cooking, some surfaces for preparing food and some more shelves; these contained recipe books and jars of strange looking concoctions. On the side there was also a mobile communications device, one of her small concessions to technology, she didn't know how to use most of its functions but it was useful should the infirmary need to contact her. A table suitable for a maximum of two people took up part of the floor next to the kitchen. In another corner was her desk with her equipment. Books lay open on the desk, strange glass tubes filled with coloured liquids twisted round eachother, a small candle also sat on the desk.
She pulled off her satchel and flung it to one side. Then closed her eyes allowing her thoughts to wander.
The beast woman had interested her. She had mentioned the government. Perhaps she was a recruiting officer as well as a fighter. She had considered joining Wise Jay, after all her father worked for the government and she would not pit herself against him. But part of her thought it safest to remain neutral. She also sympathised to some extent with the magic folk. Although in general she couldn't see why they couldn't get along with the technologically minded.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 3:13 pm
Aktal returned home only to pack. She picked up a bedroll some clothing and hre essential first aid kit. She would have to find food as she travelled. Maybe she would be able to pick up some money working in a bar briefly.
Looking round to check she had got everything she left again. She dropped a short note in to tell her parents what she was doing.
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Enigma R-013 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 2:35 am
6-WEEK TIMESKIP. PLEASE PLACE YOUR CHARACTER WHERE YOU THINK THEY WOULD BE.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 3:22 am
Fyrinae wasn't particularly happy. She'd waited for Makota for ages after the Winter Festival. Eventually she'd got jumpy about possibly being found and got on the elevator with a group of other people. Somehow, in the course of her wandering, she'd ended up in the caves and had been close to starvation when she found herself on the surface.
She saw the little village and ran towards it, leaping at one of the wooden stilts in a kind of bear hug. She looked down at the boggy ground, doubted her ability to make it to the steps, and shinned up the log towards the platform overhead. She hauled herself up and laid there for a moment, her by-now filthy blue skirts spread out.
Where tha hell d'd 'e get ta? I sh'ld go try ta find 'im.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 3:14 pm
Following the Winter Festival Aktal had decided to head for home. Her quest to explore every level in search of new remedies hadn't worked so well. She'd got lost then side-tracked. She did still have her piglet which seemed reluctant to leave her now and persistently followed her around the hut. It made life tricky as it wasn't allowed into the clinic. Not really hygenic.
Perhaps she would try again sometime. After all she had managed to find something worth having in her short time in the light jungles. But for now she needed to get back to work. She couldn't abandon the clinic indefinitely. They needed her.
She wasn't at work right now since it was her day off. She had spent a very lazy morning in bed considering her life. It had briefly come back to her, the trouble at the Winter Festival, with the malfunctioning skills. They hadn't really got to the bottom of it but everything had returned to normal as soon as she had left the ice plains
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