A Dance At The Fire

Laden with heavy packs, the two boys squabbled meaninglessly as they travelled through the saiba wastes. Urged on by their Father, with the promise of a gorgeous lake and a peaceful day or two together whilst they recovered from their time in the capital. The three of them had become unaccustomed to city life and looked for this time away as the last chance they get before committing to the role in its entirety.

Gemus pushed up onto a ridge just before reaching the edge of the lake itself, his gaze turned skyward as he saw the pillar of strange-coloured smoke. He also realised that this was not the right lake but, it was important for the boys to have one last night of normality before the future set in.

“Sorry boys,” Gemus said as he turned back to his young lads, “wrong lake, but it’ll do, once we figure out what’s going on with that smoke,” he spoke as he pointed to the tall column which at this point was a towering multi-coloured obelisk. “Kai dammit Dad, what do you mean the wrong lake?” Kohl said frustrated as he pushed past Sparge up to his father’s side. “This looks awful… But interesting at least.” He said, clearly bored of the experience already.

It was only a few moments later that the ki balls came a-flying. Gemus shoved his boys back behind the ridge with a command “DOWN!”, they stumbled over with the weight of their camping packs upsetting their balance. Gemus raised his arm across his chest and summoned his ki shield, even doing that, a well practised action, took a toll on his aura, but it held firm after the random smattering of explosions had ceased.

“Up, lads, let’s see what’s going on here.” Gemus dropped his shield and started making his way around the lagoon, the boys followed after a minor squabble and a correcting shout sent back from their father. They marched in mutterings and theory-crafting fervor as they approached the unknown figure.

However, there was not one figure, but three, two blue aliens, of completely different styles, the smaller one accusing the large one of the explosions, whilst the tall man almost certainly a Saiyan stood next to her silently. ‘Shari’ apparently took the situation lightly, treating the situation casually with a party atmosphere, confusing to be sure.

Gemus, a tall grey-haired Saiyan stood forward from the woods that still remained. “I am Gemus, these are my sons, Sparge and Kohl.” Each of them stood forward in turn, Sparge matched his father in height, but he was built stockier and the last of the three was a smaller figure but looked on edge approaching this situation.

Gemus spoke again. “What is going on here? Smoke and drums and ki blasts? You almost hurt me or my sons doing that…” Sparge was scanning all three of the new faces, whilst Kohl scrunched up his face with a slowly rising anger. This may have been intimidating if not for the tower of camping gear, pots, pans and such that adorned his back, and went above his head.

Gemus PL: 12000 - Resources - Pride (inactive), Burning Ki, Combat Learning, Double defender
HP 250
KP 6
MP 0
Sparge PL: 7000 - Resources - Pride (inactive), Burning Ki, Avenger (inactive)
HP 250
KP 6
MP 0
Kohl PL: 7000 - Resources - Pride  (inactive), Burning Ki, Raw Talent (2/2)
HP 250
KP 6
MP 0
WC 520


"Thanks chief, I was afraid my antics had offended you.  Sometimes I get carried away." Shari pointed at the ground and the big silent warrior that Gemus, Sprite, and the others took for a Saiyan set her down gently. Shari changed her size back to normal, her wings disappearing. She was now 5'4". As soon as she was seated, Sharizya Spoke as Togaro stuck his sword into the ground.  "Full disclosure: Togaro here..." she patted the big guy, "is not actually a Saiyan, despite appearances." She removed his eyepatch and under it was a terminator style red eye. She put the eyepatch back. The big guy looked at everyone assembled carefully, analytically, not seeming to notice Sharizya's actions. Togaro did not say a word. Sharizya continued, "He is my friend. My mama told me it was good to make friends so that's what I did. I cannot manage to recreate the systems of a living Saiyan, so I settled for a robotic facsimile. These others..." she pointed at Gemus and his sons, "I do not know." she addressed them now, "Togaro wants to know who you are and so do I." She looked at them quizically, not showing suspcician, merely curiosity.  Togaro's expression never changed.

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Sharizya's PL: 10,000
Togaro's PL: 14,000
WC: 205
TWC: 417
UTs used: size-shift, manifestation

Sprite turned to face the others, reached into his pouch and tossed more of the herbs and spice into the flames which caused huge plumes of smoke and sparks to come forth. The huge blue nostrils of The Big Chief opened up and allowed all the smoke to enter as if it was designed to do just that. Sprite exhaled from his mouth and not a bit of smoke exited his body, nothing was put to waste when it involved the Big Chief, or at least not in this situation.

“Zaaa. On Sin’Lair… you all be my slaves. Big Chief I am. Zaaaaa. Sit!”
Sprite noticed the group of three had yet to take their place at the fire, a huge sign of disrespect in Sin’Lairi customs, not that anyone would know of course.

Sprite closed his eyes and reached into his pouch once more grabbing another handful. This time instead of tossing the contents into the fire he threw them into his mouth and chewed with no intention to swallow. He continued to speak with a full mouth.

“Zaa! I am The Chieftain of the Sin’Lairi Tribe! The biggest Chief!”
Sprite went to stand but given his current state he decided to stay seated instead of falling over.

“Blue bug, you speak words Sprite no understandsa. Chieftain Sprite accepts you as jester of our circlsa of ceremony! Zaaa! Come, take!”
Sprite hands the pouch of herbs and essences to Sharizya for her to indulge.

The Chief opened his eyes and matched them to Gemmus’s. He decided he did not like this older Saiyan slave, he was a Saiyan so he must be one, on Sin’Lair they all were. Sprite looked over to the younglins that came with their elder, they clearly were pack animals despite the elder’s claim, Sprite took it as disrespect.

Steam shot from the large troll’s nostrils and surrounded his body as he sat before the fire. He reached up into the air this time, his palm flat against the sky and immediately began to launch ki blasts that would eventually rain down onto the surrounding area knocking over trees, splashing the acidic lagoon’s acid upwards and a few marking beasts of the land and ending their lifecycles.

“Zaaa Zaa Zaaaaa… Sit.”

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