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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2014 21:59:24 GMT -7
The red hot Anatolian sun beat down upon the hills that fed into the mountain range of Anatolia. A young shepherdess sat with her small flock of sheep while her brothers were at the camp getting ready to move to the lowlands of the coast. It was an unusually warm late fall day. She was going to miss the mountains but they must move before winter was upon them and the mountains proved impassible. Sachem, the eldest was leader of their troupe now after the death of their father from the previous spring. He was certain of the promise of riches from costal cities by the Mediterranean Sea. The risk of the Egyptian and Mitanni attacks along the coast were only rumors in his eyes.
A soft wind rippled down the valley playing with her unruly, curly dark chestnut hair. Her hazel-green eyes closed as she breathed in the scent that wafted from the wild flowers the sheep grazed upon. However, along with the scent came a sharp but gentle call. "Lyvea!" Her mother's voice called from the tent they shared with her mother's maid and her brothers' wives. "Lyvea come back!" She called before disappearing into the red tent.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 11:25:42 GMT -7
With a heavy sigh, Lyvea got up onto her feet with her rod in hand. Her lips pursed and she let out a whistle. At first it started low and then rose quickly to a shrill high. As she turned towards camp, the two dogs she brought with her started herding the flock back with her. Long, worn fingers reached up and pulled her scar over her head to help shield the sun from her eyes. "I don't know which is worse. Warring Egyptians, aggressive Mitanni, power-hungry Babylonians, or drunk Hittites" She said aloud. The last was directed to the second camp joining them halfway through their journey.
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Post by God on Feb 3, 2015 9:32:50 GMT -7
As she headed away, the air was filled with something between a rumble, a roar, and an earsplitting screech. One of the Hittites, a magus, stumbled out of his tent with a bottle of coffee liquor. Shielding his eyes, he looked up at the sky behind her, then poured the contents out on the ground. "Run, girl." He suddenly straightened. And strode purposefully toward her father's tent, his stride belying his age, and not at all drunk.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 13:53:12 GMT -7
Lyvea turned back when she heard the noise and looked up wondering if it was a storm coming. At the words of the Hittite she turned back and hurried to the red tent with the dogs at her heels. The poor sheep were left bleating, too afraid to move. In the shelter of the tent, the sixteen year old girl was held close by one of her mother's maids.
(Her father is dead so it would be Sachem's tent) Sachem looked up at the magus from where he sat looking over maps with the two oldest of his younger brother. They were trying to settle on the best area to go to once they reached the sea. "Yes?" He asked
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Post by God on Feb 3, 2015 14:50:32 GMT -7
After a couple moments the sheep instinctively scattered.
The hittite pointed out the tent. "That..."
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"Is made of a metal like none here. It cannot be forged, but I can bring it to life to fight on its own. Our caravan has guards, but where you are going, you will need what I have to offer. Choose quickly, while it is still hot from the star that birthed it."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 10:04:20 GMT -7
Sachem looked at the Hittite. The third oldest, Kail started to laugh. "I think this man has been sampling the punch too much." He said, but he could see that his brother wasn't amused.
"Do as you must." The leader said. "But be warned, you train whatever it is to turn on us, I won't hesitate to dismember you."
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Post by God on Feb 4, 2015 11:17:42 GMT -7
The hittite departed, heading to the crater, which was shiny glass from the heat. He began chanting in his own language, and soon the metal ore of the meteorite began warping and growing upward. It formed into a silver statue of a man, then began moving. As it climbed out of the crater, it slowly took on a more human appearance. "I live, but I need a name." His baritone voice had the quality of copper bells.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 11:34:03 GMT -7
Sachem followed the man wanting to watch what was to happen. His eyes looked at the new figure. "What name do you wish to be called?" He asked.
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Post by God on Feb 4, 2015 11:41:23 GMT -7
"I am your sword and defender. Name me thus."
In their language, those two words were Hosaam Zarrar. As the man spoke, he placed one hand on his thigh and seemed to extract a scepter, which he spun expertly.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 11:56:41 GMT -7
Sachem nodded. "Then your name is Hosaam Zarrar" He said after some thought. "Welcome to our tribe."
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Post by God on Feb 4, 2015 12:49:04 GMT -7
"I thank you." He bowed slightly, as clothes formed over his body. The hittite returned to his tent as Hosaam accompanied Sachem back to his.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 12:58:53 GMT -7
Sachem looked at Hossam. "So what are you exactly." He asked. He eyed as the women of the tent walked out seeing their new visitor.
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Post by God on Feb 5, 2015 13:15:42 GMT -7
"I am bronze, I am copper and gold, silver and tin. I am every metal that has been or will be." Which explained the perfect bronze completion, steel gray eyes, and shiny silver hair.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 13:48:08 GMT -7
The tribe leader nodded. "I see." He said. "I see. Well I am the leader of our small tribe." He said. His eyes looked as his sister came out to go after the sheep.
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Post by God on Feb 5, 2015 14:06:09 GMT -7
"I can help with that," he said, indicating the sheep.
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