Capariak mountain, boat, Island of their Goddess, and travel only by night. Flow's words were very troubling for Pak, as it brought about many questions which he wanted to ask. He almost asked them, but the sudden flaunt of supplies silenced him. The furless female who knew their language walked to inspect the supplies first. What she found, Pak had no clue. However, whatever it was, Pak was sure that it was enough. Flow was rich with power, that meant being rich with money as well. If she wanted to, she could probably give the group supplies lasting a decade. However, Pak assumed that this adventure would only last a few sun rises, so that's probably how much Flow gave them.
Mozoga walked over to check the supplies as well. When she looked at them and back at Pak, Pak placed a finger to his lip, asking her to remain quiet. He knew that she knew what his powers were, but he would not give that away just yet. He would only express his powers when the supplies ran out or there was a dire situation. Until then, he would rather note what the others could do instead. He was not a stupid faun, and knew that everyone in this group had some type of advantage that would be of help in this quest. For now, he'll act like a helpless thing until he knew his traveling companions well.
The brown colored male asked a question, Pak assumed. When Mozoga spoke, Pak assumed that she was answering his question. The few mentions of the caspariak gave Pak a clue as to what the subject of the question was. It was very amusing for Pak to hear his friend try to speak another language. Even for someone who knew nothing of what she said, Pak noticed Mozoga's struggle to remember. He gave a light smile to her, and chuckled. She was an amusing female, that giant orc, and that was one of the reasons Pak enjoyed being around her. As she finished her wording, Pak became serious once again and sighed heavily. "They are beautiful, yes, but dangerous," Pak said in his own language. "If we are to travel at night, then we must be extra careful." He looked at his group with a fearsomely angry eye. "Don't do anything stupid and don't go out on your own. If you do this then you shall be fine." Pak then turned back to flow to ask her his final question. "Is there anything else that you must tell us?"
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jan 17, 2016 14:46:25 GMT -5
Stilia had no wish to completely unpack the bags given to the group, and had been content with what she saw packed at the top. She then noticed a canteen of sorts attached to the side of each pack. She gently touched it, it was obviously leather, but the Gorgon was wondering what animal had been used to make it.
Jackson proceeded to ask what a Caspariak was, and the orc answered. Stilia was perplexed. The species was on Earth, she knew that, but was it also on Nysa like the Anubis were? She hadn’t seen or even heard of anything remotely similar to an orc the last time she had trekked through Nysa. The creature knew English, at least roughly, but had a working knowledge of Nysa. Stilia would have to speak to her later.
Pak also threw in a few comments, in Nysan, but they were all footnotes or common sense, so she didn’t waste time in translating what he said.
“If we are only going to a village near the Caspariak Mountains, we shouldn’t encounter any Caspariaks, unless we are particularly unfortunate.” Stilia assured Jack.
It seemed the angel, as the woman before her, was uninterested in participating, and took her leave. The other woman still hadn’t said anything, but that was not important.
Flow assured the group there was nothing else that she could tell them, as she had been given limited knowledge, and told the group to rest a little if they needed it, but that they should embark as soon as possible onto the trek.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Jan 18, 2016 22:18:58 GMT -5
Jack scratched his chin, brow furrowed slightly as he tried to process what the orc had said. She'd spoken English but with a considerable lisp. That's what they call that, right? A lisp? The young man thought to himself. Inwardly, he shrugged. Didn't really matter. Jack could understand her, at least. If he'd been the curious type, Jack might've wondered how a Nysan had come to speak an Earth language so well. Needless to say, the young man had moved on, now distracted by a small piece of lint sticking to his shirt.
When Pak spoke, Jack didn't quite understand but from his tone the young man figured the faun had given a brief lecture about something or other. Whatever he'd said, it must not have been very important considering Stilia hadn't even bothered to translate.
In response to Stilia's assurance that they likely wouldn't run into any Caspariwhatevers, the young man shrugged. "Cool," was Jack's only verbal reply as he smiled slightly, not terribly disappointed that they might not encounter this creature he hadn't even known existed a few minutes ago. The adventure was sure to be packed enough with interesting things even without em.
Whashername seemed to have nothing left to tell them so Jack shifted in place a bit, eager to get going. He'd been standing in one place for so long that he was starting to go crazy.
Mozoga, having satisfied her curiousity of what all had been stuffed inside the bags, quickly put everything back inside and lifted the bag. on one of her arms. It weighed nothing to her really, and honestly she found that slightly amusing. She then lifted her sheild on her other arm, and waited for the others. She was ready to get going, to start upon this extremely important quest that would save her Goddess and this place she had come to call home. When nobody else seemed eager to proceed, she simply turned and walked out. The female faun had said nothing else, and so Mozoga decided that it was time to get moving. They had supplied them with all the things they would need, but that did not mean that was everything they might want. There was always the idea of protection, and Mozoga worried about the other's and if they did not have weapons. It would mean an group inspection of everything that they had on them outside of the packs. However she was not going to demand information from them, and seeing as Pak had already with held some information she was wondering what the others might be like personality wise. She had gotten a glimpse of their attittudes inside, but that was just a basic conversation. How would they react in a pinch? When things went bad? When they had to fight to survive? She hoped the answers where good, but knew that they may not know until that time came.
Outside of the meeting place, Mozoga looked around and nodded to herself. She was getting her bearings, ready to move out and head north towards the mountains. She paused, setting her shield down and sliding the pack over her shoulders before picking her shield back up. She looked around at the team before finally setting off again. She set a steady walking pace, not wanting to expend all their energy simply while hiking. She looked back at the female, and spoke again. If they where going to travel together, they should probably get to know each other after all. They would need to learn to trust each other and depend on each other.
"Ssho what ish your name, mishsh?" She asked, wanting to break the ice and get to know everybody. She may not have been the most intelligent amongst the gorup, however she was not like most orcs. She was not completely vicious, though she did enjoy fighting, and she also enjoyed getting to know other people.
Well, well, well. This was very interesting. The female that knew his language well did not translate his words to the others. Pak took note of this as he found it incredibly disrespectful. His warning would be of great help, and if there was any fool among the group that would leave for some unknown reason and die, he would definitely blame that on this naked ape.
Flow gave no other information about the quest, assuring the group that she gave all that she could. Pak still found the small amount of information a troublesome one, but what could he possibly do? If this so called "goddess" needed rescuing, then Pak would rescue her within her rules. He still had his skeptics, but he wasn't going to fight against this.
Pak stayed far away from the group as they readied to leave. He knew where they were going, so he would probably be the first to lead the group. Although, if any of the others wanted to lead, the direction was simple and easy to follow. For now, Pak would only watch the others as they interacted with Mozoga.
It seemed to her that there was a little bit of everything inside the packs that they were given, which was going to be quite helpful since Eve and the rest of the group seemed pretty unprepared for the surprise adventure. She was still curious how every one was chosen for the rescue mission, everyone seemed like they were chosen at random and just happened to be in the right place at the right time.
The orc was the first one to collect her pack and get moving, she looked both excited and determined to save the goddess. Everyone else didn't seem very enthusiastic. Eve took a set of equipment after the orc and began to follow since she seemed to know where she was going.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Mar 13, 2016 13:58:53 GMT -5
So, it was time to go. Stilia thanked Flow and exited after Mozoga. She eyed her shield, that she was carrying around as if it weighed as much as a box. It seemed heavy though, from the size and the material, so Stilia was glad to see that Orcs truly did live up to the rumors: they were strong.
Everyone seemed fairly silent, although the Orc came up to her. Stilia smiled a bit at the lisp. When she had left her nest, she’d had a slight lisp as well, a by-product of the accent accumulated in her nest. Over the years, with lots of practice, Stilia had managed to overcome it. It may have been small, but she still had to think when she pronounced ‘th’.
“I am Stilia, descendent of Medusa. I am a Gorgon from Earth. Although, I have spent a lot of time on your world here, it truly is lovely. I must admit, I am excited to meet the Being that made all this. A whole other world, how marvelous, how creative. The power it must have taken…” Stilia smiled slightly. “I apologize, my thoughts went on a whirl and they all spilled out. You are Mozoga, am I correct?”
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Mar 13, 2016 20:26:51 GMT -5
The young man peered into his pack, taking out a piece of salted meat to chew thoughtfully. It wasn't too terrible, he guess. "Is there somewhere private I can keep this during our journey?" Jack asked, looking around at the Nysans present and Stilia who could speak their language. "I don't feel like carrying all this stuff so I'll probably just come back for it later." He slipped off the canteen hanging from the side of the pack as almost an afterthought. After all, who knows. He might get thirsty.
Adjusting the shotgun strap across his chest, Jack made his way out of the building. For some reason or other, the young man wasn't feeling particularly social. It was the strangest thing. He saw the orc talk to Stilia and, while tempted to join in on the conversation, Jack decided not to. If someone wanted to talk to him, then they would. Until then, he intended to follow quietly. The young man slipped his sword from its discreet position on his back to the more accessible location at his waist and waited for them to move out, idly tracing the grip with his index finger as he waited.
Mozoga smiled as Stilia spoke, listening to her. This Stilia female seemed intelligent and curious. That made Mozoga interested in the female. However she suddenly found herself feeling...shy? Intimidated? She was not entirely sure what she was feeling at the moment. Mozoga knew herself to not be the smartest creature in the world. She would never attempt to beat somebody in a game of chess, or tactical games. She was an extremely straight forward individual, and she had put aside the idea for games in that pursuit of being the most straight forward she could be. That being said, she was not with out some tact of her own, after all she was female.
Mozoga decided to simply ask her questions. She figured knowing and gathering information about their comrades was not wrong, and learning a little about the world she had once been a part of was not amiss either. So she decided her lack of intelligence was nothing but, and plowed ahead with her questions.
"A gorgon, Shtilia? What are thoshe? Who is Medusha? I wash born on earth a while ago, and did not shpend much time there. Even then I wash not taught very much. We orcsh are not the mosht intelligent, but we are shtrong and loyal."
It appeared that the rude female and Mozoga were engaging in a conversation. It seemed to be a very good conversation, as the other woman smiled to Mozoga while they spoke. Pak couldn't understand what they were saying, but as long as they were on good terms, he didn't care.
His attention flowed briefly to the other male of the group as the male seemed to ask question. Pak did not understand anything he said, so he couldn't answer the question. However, if Stilia managed to translate his question for Pak, then Pak would explain that it would not be a wise idea to leave a bag unsupervised in the land of the fauns. They had a king, which meant that they had a belief that what belonged to them was theirs, and what they find lying around, or in a secret place, was theirs. Pak learned that the hard way.
Since he was not needed for much, Pak would hum silently to himself and stay behind the rest of the group.
The young man that greeted her earlier asked if he could leave his own supplies behind and return for them later. Eve would have liked to do the same but it wasn't really an option for her. A woman like herself normally would not have to carry this sort of stuff, and if she did have to pack for a long trip such as this, one of her.. employees would gladly carry it for her. But of course the one time she ventured off alone she ends up in a different world on a random quest to save a goddess.
Eve continued following behind the orc and now the gorgon, overhearing a bit of their conversation as they walked but her mind wandered off to something else. At some point during this trip she would need blood. Would she have to feed off of one of her team, or would she find another? Eve didn't have to kill her meals, she usually only took what she needed from the innocents. It was a different story for her enemies. Either way she hoped she wouldn't have to do things the hard way.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Mar 24, 2016 11:05:26 GMT -5
Stilia paused her conversation with Mozoga to translate Jackson, and then to translate the faun. She sighed internally. This was going to grate on her nerves. She wondered if she could teach Jackson the magic that lets her understand any language. It would certainly help.
As there was no more need to translate, Stilia turned her attention back to Mozoga. She grinned at the orc’s curiosity, and was slightly touched by the orc’s confession of intelligence. “A gorgon is a race, like an Orc or a Faun or a human, we… well here.”
Stilia pulled a long strip of cloth from her pocket. Since she had to shift between legs and tail so much, she had made a very large skirt, that pinned together at the side, to prevent from having to always strip down nude. Some people didn’t seem to appreciate it. She had made a habit of carrying it around in a pocket, for easy transitions. So she clipped the skirt around her waist, shimmied out of the pants underneath, and after a painful moment of fusion, her legs were a tail and her hair snakes. She picked up the pants, and stuffed it back into the backpack’s pocket.
“There. This is a gorgon. There are three kinds, named after our three ancestors. My ancestor was the Goddess Medusa. As for you, don’t judge yourself based on your kind. You may be extremely intelligent, and just lack the education. Do not confuse lack of knowledge with lack of wit.”
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Mar 24, 2016 11:46:22 GMT -5
Jack scratched his chin, wondering how long this would take them. No one seemed to be in very much of a hurry. Normally, that wouldn't bother the young man overmuch, but considering how he was stranded on another world and all, he didn't seem to be getting very good cell reception. What if someone needed to call him or text him or let him know that his favorite candy shop was having a special sale or something!?
Shoving a handful of skittles into his mouth, Jack dismissed such idle thoughts. Instead, he turned to the other members of the group. The goat guy didn't seem to be feeling too particularly social, but that was ok because Jack wasn't either. Stilia and the orc seemed to be getting along famously. The woman hadn't said anything since she'd arrived. As he munched through the sugary treats, Jack couldn't help but wonder if things would be like this for the remainder of their little quest, or if they'd all become more friendly as time wore on.
Mozoga watched as Stilia changed her form, finding this extremely interesting. She had know, or at least heard about, beings that could change their shape through innate skills or magical abilities. She had found this an interesting concept. Why would anybody want to change what they look like? Should they not be happy with who they where? She decided to speak her mind.
"That ish very cool. But it sheemsh you should want to be yourshelf, all the time? Why would you want to hide shuch a beautiful body shuch as the one you have?"
Mozoga glanced back at the human looking male who seemed to be hanging by himself. She called out to him.
"Hey, do you have shape shifting powersh ash well? Are you even human?" She asked him, trying to draw him in to the group. She might not be the smartest, but she was a good fighter. They needed to be a group to achieve their goals, and that was to save her goddess.
When the naked ape changed half her form into a snake, Pak was fascinated. Her legs became a tail and strands of her hair morphed into snakes. This was never seen by Pak before, and he thought he saw everything. Mozoga appeared to ask the woman questions in their own dialect, probably about the woman's new form, but Pak could not speak or understand this new language. He had questions as well, and he wasn't ashamed to ask them, he just hoped that this snake-woman was able to understand all of what he was saying.
"What race are you?" His questions began. He trotted next to her and focused mainly on the woman's hair. A notepad was suddenly brought out by him, a pen as well, and Pak began writing something. "Are these snakes independent as well? If so, do they become non-living when you transform them? Or.. Are they always living? Are they truly apart of you? Can they be controlled by you? Are they miniature versions of you? Can you see out of their eyes?!"