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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:06 pm
The Duzen Tribe is a nomadic tribe. Semi-civilized they move according to the season from camp-site to camp-site. They're known for trading. If you need something then I suggest you trade with them. Medicine, food, weapons, rafts and canoes are usually up for trade. They like gold and silver for trading as well as almost anything red. As long as you don't make them angry you should be safe...unlike the Ideravu Tribe. Stay away from the Ideravu Tribe, you can tell who they are by the two black tattos on their shoulders. 
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:28 am
 Leah was slowly picking her way through the trees soundlessly, when her progress was stopped abruptly just before she strolled directly into the camp of some interesting looking people. Concerned for a moment about her proximity and visability, she lowered her body, her muscles flexing to keep her hovered there for a time. She wasn't sure if these faces would welcome with smiles or if rage would ripple across their features.
If they wished harm upon Leah, it wouldn't be a difficult feat to accomplish. Because Leah was who she was, her freedom was her only talent. The ability to leave, and to avoid confrontational situations. Of course vivid memories flooded into her mind and threatened to overwhelm her with grief and nerves. Memories of times when that talent almost wasn't enough. But she was ripped from her personal reverie by a very strange sight taking place before her.
A lone man with nothing but a beast pulling a cart laden with silks, golden finery, and silver keepsakes was entering the campsite. Her eyes passed over him to the people rushing out to meet him. "Some kind of attack?" Her legs ached for a release from holding still, but she kept herself there for a few moments longer as she waited to see how the people would respond to such a man. She witnessed no malice or hatred, only smiles as the people proceeded to help take somethings out of the cart.
Leah mentally kicked herself for not being more brave. She could feel her knees about to buckle out from under her weight and this gave her the encouragement needed. Her steps were uncomfortable at best, before they began to take on their natural stride. A little less than half of the faces turned and walked over to greet her. They looked very confused as they wound their fingers through her wild mess of tangles, and pulled gently here and there at her robes. The scent that seemed to have traveled with her was of spices and desert flowers. She inhaled and a slight smile got caught up in her expression. That's when fingertips roamed the dry, golden desert skin of her cheeks and forearms. She lifted her chin slightly, her lips parting to give way to her pearly whites in nothing short of a grin. A few beats later, a laugh errupted from her. It wasn't a melody, but it did sound of far off shores and warmer skies. Leah looked back to their curious faces, "Never seen a tan before?" The collective group jumped with a start and then a few people chuckled.
A moment passed and then a man tilted his head at her, "What is your purpose?" All signs of laughter was immediately gone from Leah's face, in it's place was a very sober and stotic expression. "To help." Her simple words were somehow filled with compassion.
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