Kurin turns her head and sighes. She walks out and stands infront of the brute looking up at him. She is quite the cute woman. She smiles at the brute softly. "Excuse me, sir... May I ask you why you are chasing that poor, simple, uneccecary man?" Her clearly expensive clothing would surely be appealing to the huge brute which would stop in his tracks to look at the woman.
Kythriel Kalaquentë, well-made and strong, Daughter of the Smith God to the casually blasphemous, sometime apprentice of Vaul to those who still respected the old ways. These days, there were far more of the former than the latter. That was how she was known, though her fame as a smith was not widespread outside those with a love of artisan-crafted metals. Her own armour was her apprentice-work, wraithbone and starmetal, its blue metallic sheen as delicate as the bloom on an orchid. She shifted her weight as the man spoke, listening, her intent purple eyes focussed on him keenly, taking in every nuance of his body language. Unlike many in these trying times, he was serious. He really did want to find a way to escape the decadence and horror of an age without restraint, and Kythriel had decided to go with him. She despised the growing wreck of her race, once so proud as to stride amongst the stars, now mired in the gutter of its own depravity. It was more than ambition that moved her, more than a relict desire to act out some fantasy or play at some game. Kythriel was not bored or jaded. She knew, with an iron core to her sense of purpose, that this way of living was wrong, that the often-promised delights of the Lord of Pleasure were a sham. Nothing that promised so much for so little could ever be true. She had her tools, and the small amounts of ingots and jewels she could not be sure of finding on new worlds. More mundane items were securely packed up in the case she sat on as she watched, and listened, taking a moment now to scan the crowd. What manner of Eldar would her fellow travellers be?
(OOC: made a slight change to my char sheet. Just with the age, since the current seems a bit too low, Also the brute is your NPC tom2000. So you give his reaction )
Dunvel was just walking down the street, counting his latest winnings when he heard the rambling of a man about leaving the world... Leaving the world and creating a new Utopia? As in no longer in Eldar rule? If you could call it that. In the 743 years alive Dunvel had never even thought of leaving this world, especially leaving any Eldar world. Oh, the chances to start anew. No longer having to be a famed name in the Murder cults, no longer having to fight for a living, and no longer having to listen to Clan leaders on what to do. Like a permanent vacation. No, it was too good to be true. Probably one of those Murder Cult camps or the worse kinds, but maybe not... Was it truely worth leaving to a place of unknown? Honestly what skills would he have? None that would be useful on a colonization ship. He was also to old to really learn any other trade. He could try though, but not in his current state, he was dressed in Dueling armor and had multiple uncleaned wounds. For now he would need to go to his home, but he would be back.
The brute did not know how to react, so he akwardly stood there for a moment. "Little girl, if you were alone I would finish you and the boy, but as theres a horde ahead of me, I shall leave you, come near my grounds again, and you will die to me and the family." He stomped off, clearly furious. DalRan looked at his saviour, it took him a moment to speak, for he had an almost non-existent social life before everything, and talking to a female was truly a frightening prospect. "Well that was easy...na-names D-D-DalRan.... and just so you know....I am no man, I am in my 70s and am far weaker than I physically should be. I've also lost everything I have, so you will unfortunately not get any reward from me", he stuttered. "I do apologize for my poor appearance", he said, regarding his ragged and torn appearance.
As the speech was over, a good chunk of the people went into the small frigate that resembled their hope. Another, almost identical sized chunk decided it was all a trap, or a false hope and turned away, returning into the city behind them. And others, multiple groups of usually two to six individuals scattered over the plaza discussed what to do. The speaker still stood where he was, leaving the decision up to them and being open for questions. A small delegation guided those that went into the ship to lead them the ways to their temporary quarters.
Turning to see who was adressing him, Etrigen scanned the female. Not much older than his daughter, but distinguished and show of career. 'Where have I seen her before?' Etrigen thought. Ajax goining back to hide behind his father's leg. "Hello, miss. How do we find you this day?" Kaiji ignored the stranger, continuing to play with her knife. Hoping something interesting would happen soon. At the boys feet a spear tip met the ground. The hooded figure loosened his scarf forward. He scarred face bared, piercing electric blue eyes looked down on DalRan. His hands were free of his offspring, Kaiji standing with Ajax. "Are you going into the unknown with that resolve?" The large battle scarred father and former gladiator. His spear tip embedded in the ground before the young eldar.
Dunvel had returned. He got there to hear the larger Eldar make his threat and walk off. "Family, interesting word choice." Dunvel walked up to the dispersing crowd. He arrived hidden in a cloak and several other layers of clothes and some gloves of his Career. He brought a sack with some other gear, essentials and a couple of thousand (Eldar currency) from his latest job. "Well where are we going if we plan to join!?" he asked of the man who had given the speech.
Kythriel thought that a good question. "I too would like to know more," she said, politely, indicating that she wished to join the discussion with a slight gesture that signalled her wish for knowledge. She smiled a greeting to the practically-dressed Eldar who's asked and waited for the speaker's response.
"Far to the south-eastern fringe of the galaxy. The furthest we can from here." He replied and took a little tetrahedron from his pockets and threw it on the plaza. A huge-scaled map of the galaxy popped up and a world, far from even the webway glowed in a bright yellow. "A world, yet to be discovered, but which I know from a reliable source has been deemed as ideal for Eldar lifeforms. Good humidity, temperate, seasons, magnetic shielding, food, animals. All is there for one to start over. But our Frigate is only good for a one-way trip. We will utilize it's systems to create our first colony. We estimate that the ship will fail just a month after arrival at best, which means we have to train as we fly to live on our own, non-relying on our technology." Given his visible age, he acted upon it as well. Speaking slow and patient with a deep voice. Furthermore Eldar enough to also show that he himself was scared of the trip, even more since more than expected joined him. He knew he would sacrifice himself, that he would leave. But with so many others that believe in him? It would be indeed a long trip. https://unequivocalhorizon.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/liberastartesstarmapver2.png (Far far bottom-right; Between Macragge, Thandros, Salem and Hadex Anomaly)
