tushanshu_logs | [NPC] Bresilykian Emissaries

Characters: Bresilykian Emissaries + Foreigners
Date: Month of February, after Tu Vishan leaves Evidet's shores.
Location: Anywhere in Keeliai, or outside the city
Situation: Catch-all post for talking with the emissaries. Please specify location and the NPC when tagging in.
Warnings/Rating: None yet.
NOTE: Descriptions and habits of the five emissaries can be found in the Feb Itinerary post.

Having received the requisite permissions from the various factions in Keeliai, and after communicating with the capital citydome of Lichoyras, the five ambassadors seem perfectly willing to dedicate themselves to being on Tu Vishan for the foreseeable future. When it's explained in no uncertain terms to them that the Great Turtle is not presently in control of his own movements -- that only chance brought it to Evidet and who only knew when they might be back? -- the emissaries will assure that they've been made aware, and that they're here of their own accord.

In the meantime, they'll have split into their own routines of exploring the city, gathering information, and investigating the Foreigners who capture their attention.

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Robert hadn't the chance to track them down, before - he was more focused on getting some actual supplies and the like, tools with which to do some work - but now that there was nothing to distract him...

Well, now he was a little too focused on playing with his new 'toys', but it was on his mind. If he was going to be here for the foreseeable future, it only made sense to reach out to potential peers and the like, but it was as though he'd been starved and now been introduced to...well, not so much a feast, but certainly something to sate his hunger. With the labor and knowledge he'd offered as his 'currency', he'd gathered enough supplies to last him a while, but as expected, there were always a few missing that became obvious only as he worked.

So, longcoat upon him to keep the chill away, he glanced over his notes on supplies and back up at the stall he was currently before. A few traded words, a shake of the head, and he was moving on to try the next one.

It's not surprising that a fellow such as Eiryam spends much of his time in the Metal sector, where the majority of kedanese industrial work happens. His heavy furs kept him warm, used to the climate of Evidet, also marked him rather distinctly among the kedan. As the Bresilykians were not shapeshifters, he had no way to blend it as they did, but he didn't really mind. A number of them had adopted furry exteriors as well, even if they still didn't look the same.

Eiryam was far more interested in the small shops which focused selling small bits of tech. His fingers itched to test out some of the devices for sale, even the ones -- especially the ones -- that he couldn't immediately discern their purpose. As much of a challenge as it was for him, he kept his opinions and suggestions largely to himself, instead being effusive with his praise on the shopkeepers who were, in most cases, the inventors. The kedan were a clever race, he was learning, so it was so strange that they really hadn't started producing anything of note until so recently. It was almost as if someone had thrown a switch and poured creativity right into them.

It were the furs that caught Robert's attention; with a distinct lack of animals here, aside from the Shangpar, it wasn't something the man had seen too commonly, especially when most kedan simply adjusted their own shapes to deal with the climate. It could have been blamed on the areas in which he kept himself- but even so, it was odd enough that after he recognized them as not part of the person themselves, there was only one or two reasons for such.

After stepping closer, it narrowed down even further.

"Emissary?" he ventured, when it seemed like they were moving on.

Eiryam glances up at the address, and for a moment he looks momentarily confused, as if he can't figure out why he's being addressed in such a way. Then it seems to register and he smiles, wide and unfettered.

"Eiryam," he answered. "Please, just call me Eiryam."

"Eiryam," Robert repeats, smiling politely. Lucky him. "I'm Robert Callaghan. One of the, ah, 'foreigners' here." He holds out a hand in what he can only hope is a gesture the other man recognizes. "Though I suppose we're both, in our own way."

"Robertcallaghan," Eiryam repeats, pleased that he got all those syllables correct. He does, in fact, recognize the gesture and seizes Robert's hand with the enthusiasm of the young and the grip of the very hardy. He also seems to hang on a bit longer than necessary, indicating it's not a normal method of greeting for him, but rather that he might have heard or learned about it.

"Yes, it's been quite an adventure so far, coming here. Really fascinating, actually. Have you been in Keeliai very long?"

All the syllables, but not the breath between the two words; still, Robert's smile broadens at the attempt, and he seems genuinely appreciative of the effort. "Robert's fine," he adds, pulling back his hand once he has the chance. "You've got quite a grip, Eiryam." Not a painful one, but he certainly hand't been expecting it.

He really should stop doing that. Expecting anything, that is. "A few months- there's a few others who have been here for years. But long enough to miss home, at least- there's a saying about not really knowing what you have until it's gone, if you've heard of it."

Eiryam laughed a little when Robert commented on his grip, releasing it sheepishly. "Robert," he echoed. "Yes, marvelous. Even a few months on the Great Turtle must be quite a learning experience," he said. "Don't tell Nandzinra, I'm certain she's around here somewhere, but I really hope we get to stay in Keeliai for quite a while. If she had her way, we'd all be back in Bresilyk tomorrow. Oh, she's good at what she does... but she doesn't like being away from Lichoyras. She has some quite young grandchildren there, you see."

Robert's smile falters for all of a moment, before he recovers; it may very well have been just a trick of the eye. "Really, now? You all have already had a few other groups you work with? I'd just gotten used to this turtle being everything, and you don't know how good it is know the world is far, far bigger than I'd feared.

"Besides," he goes on to say, "she'll have a few new stories to tell them, by the time she gets home."

"Won't we all!" Eiryam agreed animatedly, missing the split second falter from the older man. "And many of the kedan have been very helpful so far. I haven't had the chance to speak with many of your Foreigners yet, so you'll have to forgive me if I'm a little excitable. From what I've heard, a great many of your native worlds have technology that far outstrips what's found on Tu Vishan... is that true?"

And then that smile broadens. "I can assure you, we're at least a hundred years ahead of here where I'm from- that tram system, they're working on? Old news, in San Fransokyo." Is he bragging? Maybe a little. But, really- it's just nice to think of home.

He gestures at some of the tech on the tables. "I'm still getting used to things being primitive here...but I'm hopeful that they'll improve, given time and knowledge. And materials," he allows. "Things can be a bit tight here, as I'm sure you've noticed."

"Is it?" Eiryam smiles. "May I ask, what do your people use to get around en masse?"

The young Bresilykian man glanced back toward the table. "I don't think it's necessarily primitive," he replied. "I think it's really quite impressive, given that the kedan have not been... well, themselves, if stories are to be believed. Not to mention, magic here was more prevalent for some time, was it not?"

He nodded understandingly in regards to materials. "I imagine that will be a topic of high interest when we make our reports back to Lichoyras, the import of materials."

[NPC] Bresilykian Emissaries

Can I snag a Eiryam? Metal Sector market; Cal can spot him if he's not spotted.

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