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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 1:30:31 GMT -5
(OOC: This thread is an extension of "The Master Plan." As I have already gotten permission from the admins to do this, any character who dies in these threads will be brought back to life at the end of the plot.)
A lone planet surrounded mostly by water and surrounded by a large cluster of CVE's leading to both N-Space and E-Space. Navigating to such a planet with or without a TARDIS is dangerous to any inexperienced pilot.
For this grade of Battle TARDIS, especially with its current pilot, the incarnation who would later be handed over to the Daleks by President Romana herself to be put on trial.
He was now wearing thick winter mountain gear, but had not covered his head just yet. He was looking to his other two "Selves" in the console room at this time.
"Gentlemen. This planet is known as Hawaii II by most Earth-lings," he began. "The primary intelligent Natives on this planet are almost human-like, with very subtle changes in their biology that most would fail to initially notice," he began.
He presses a button on his console. The pillar in the middle of the console disappears as a holographic display appears to show an outline of the island before them. Six points appeared on the display.
"These are the six tribes on the island we are to meet. Each are different in their own ways, depending on the terrain they live on," he continued. "Tensions between the tribes have grown to violent levels over the many years, to the point they decide to resolve all tribal disagreements through a tournament here." He pointed to a seventh point at the center of the island. "At this tournament, all 6 crystals will be brought there, as they are sacred to the tribes. We will spark enough conflict to cause this tournament to occur, and during the festivities, we will steal all six crystals at one singular moment. Does that appeal to you gentlemen?"
The Corpse Master stayed silent for a moment, considering all that had been said. "Yes...Yes I believe it does," the corpse replied. "I assume you are going for the tribe in the snow covered mountains."
"Naturally, as you can see from my current attire," he replied to him.
The polite Master pointed to the eastern-most tribe of the island.
"This tribe lives in the treetops and travel through small gliders and ziplines. They own a large percent of the jungle territory of the island. Their people are known to enjoy fun and games, and are probably the most playful of the tribes of the island. Would either of you care to start with them?"
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Post by Koschei on Jan 5, 2013 12:22:00 GMT -5
The Ebony Master was still tucking the last of his newly-manufactured devices into his sleeves and pockets as he entered the control room of the Battle TARDIS. "Gentlemen," he smiled, looking quite pleased with himself. "I was notified that we have arrived?"
"Yes," growled the Corpse. "Good of you to finally join us."
Ebony lifted an eyebrow. "Touchy, aren't we?" Then he smiled.
"Gentlemen," the Polite Master interrupted, tapping a button to reveal a holopathic display of an island. "This planet is known as Hawaii II by most Earth-lings. The primary intelligent Natives on this planet are almost human-like, with very subtle changes in their biology that most would fail to initially notice."
Ebony studied the display curiously. The Corpse squinted at it, eyes bulging. "I haven't been there yet, that I recall. Are they actually Human, or simply yet another Gallifreyoid species?"
"Does it matter?" asked Ebony.
"I don't know. It might."
The Polite Master tapped another button. "These are the six tribes on the island we are to meet. Each are different in their own ways, depending on the terrain they live on."
Both Ebony and the Corpse nodded.
"Tensions between the tribes have grown to violent levels over the many years," the Polite Master continued.
"Have they now?" cackled the Corpse, the twisted mirth on his decomposing features making a horror mask. "We can work with that, yes?"
"to the point they decide to resolve all tribal disagreements through a tournament here." He pointed to a seventh point at the center of the island.
"Perhaps not, then," Ebony answered the Corpse. "Not without destabilizing their conflict resolution system."
"How hard could that be?" sneered the Corpse.
Ebony shrugged. "I'm uncertain, at this moment. Perhaps we should permit our host to finish describing his broad plan?"
"At this tournament, all 6 crystals will be brought there, as they are sacred to the tribes. We will spark enough conflict to cause this tournament to occur, and during the festivities, we will steal all six crystals at one singular moment. Does that appeal to you gentlemen?"
"Conflict and chaos..." smiled Ebony. "We could - almost - take a nap and do this."
The Corpse Master stayed silent for a moment, considering all that had been said. "Yes...Yes I believe it does," the corpse replied. "I assume you are going for the tribe in the snow covered mountains."
"Naturally, as you can see from my current attire," he replied to him.
The polite Master pointed to the eastern-most tribe of the island.
"This tribe lives in the treetops and travel through small gliders and ziplines. They own a large percent of the jungle territory of the island. Their people are known to enjoy fun and games, and are probably the most playful of the tribes of the island. Would either of you care to start with them?"
The Ebony Master considered that. "Yes. I believe I would be interested in the 'fun' tribe." He laughed, and what genuine humor there was in that laughter didn't reach his eyes. "I do so enjoy games."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2013 3:53:25 GMT -5
"And there are many games to be had," the polite Master said to the Ebony Master. He turned towards the Corpse Master. "Where will you go then?"
The Corpse Master reached up a hand and pointed towards a village in the mountain range between the snow village and the volcanic village. "This one will be my primary target. But I think I may cause a bit of turmoil for the volcanic village as well. You can set me down near the fire village's border and I will make my way to this other village in time."
"Very well," the polite Master responded. "That particular village actually uses a network of caves, tunnels and mines. Plenty of dark shadows to hide."
The polite Master held up three wrist mounted devices. "These devices serve three functions. One is as a Stattenheim remote control, should any of us require the use of this TARDIS or anything inside the TARDIS during our mission, the second function will be as a communicator to each of us, and the third is to give each of us a smaller holographic display of the island."
The Polite Master handed the other two Master's their devices. The Corpse Master strapped the device onto his wrist.
"Now Gentlemen, I believe this is where we depart," the Polite Master began. The TARDIS stopped in the area between the village in the volcanic area of the island and the main chain of mountains where the underground village was located.
The Corpse disembarked from the TARDIS with his supplies and walked along the black volcanic rock.
The Polite Master closed the doors to the TARIDS, and moved the TARDIS into the jungle region.
"I wish you luck on your journey," the polite Master said to the Ebony version of himself.
For future reference, the villages on the islands are aligned in the following ways:
The Northern most tribe is in ice covered mountains. This mountain range extends to the western portion of the island, but roughly only 1/3 of it is covered in snow. The middle third section is in the North Western 1/6 of the island, which is where the underground tribe is located. the south western portion of the island, as well as the final third of the mountain range is the volcanic range where the volcanic village is located. The Southern most tribe is located in a desert. The tribe in the trees is in a rainforest/jungle like setting, and arguably holds the island's greatest amount of growth and vegetation. The final island is in the South Eastern 1/6 of it. This tribe has their village built over the water, and control's most of the island's fresh water supply in their territory. The 1/6th of the island they consider their territory is mostly your typical forest, marshes, delta's, wetlands, etc. They arguably hold the island's second highest number of vegetation.
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Post by Koschei on Jan 7, 2013 13:48:07 GMT -5
The'Ebony' Master watched his younger past self hike off along a ridge of black volcanic rock, then turned back to the older past self.
"I wish you luck on your journey," the polite Master said to the Ebony version of himself.
"I would wish you the same," said the Ebony Master. "But we both know we prefer to make our own luck."
With that, he shouldered his pack. Turning, he vanished into the jungle.
Three days later, the Master was sick of vast, sweeping vistas. Oh, admittedly, they were breathtaking. Rolling foothills rsiing into the northern mountains. Mighty rivers lined with vast, unspoiled primal forests. Skies of turquoise.
But he wasn't here for a sightseeing tour. He was here to work. And he hadn't begun, yet. Oh, sure he'd mastered the local language (as recorded in the TARDIS databanks) and sketched out a working understanding of their culture. But that wasn't the work, any more than an architectual sketch was construction.
Just then, one of the few truly universal symbols for "stop" happened. An arrow thudded into the ground, less than a hand's breadth from his foot. Freezing in place - mostly to assure the shooter that he meant no harm - he waited.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2013 23:40:51 GMT -5
Once the Ebony Master had left, the Polite Master made his final preparations. Namely to drop off a little "Package" deeper in the planet.
The following events had happened in the three days time. Five of the Volcanic tribe's perimeter guard have disappeared. There have been no signs of struggle. However, four of the five guards disappeared along the borders between their territory and the territory of the underground tribe. The fifth was near the border to the desert tribe's territory. Rumors spread of a "shadow" in the caves of the underground tribe's mountain region. Workers have been randomly murdered, with no murder weapon to be found at the scene of the crime.
To the North however, an outsider has recently arrived and spoken with their leader as news of these murders and disappearances reaches their ears.
Snowbeard, as their leader is called by his long elegant pure white beard, just as white as snow itself, has welcomed the visitor in with open arms, as the man has shown considerable knowledge and admiration for their scholarly work and structures.
"Do you believe these murders are connected, traveler?" he asks the man sitting across from him.
The Polite Master sat with his legs crossed in front of a small table in front of Snowbeard. The tea he was offered was warm, yet had a mint flavor to it. It was a very strange leaf that grew in this area.
"I believe we may have an issue, wise Snowbeard," he replied to him. "I would not know who is truly responsible, but it could be possible the Tribe of Fire could have an assassin in the Tribe of Ground's mines as a means of retaliation against the loss of their perimeter guard."
"Perhaps," Snowbeard responded. "But unlikely."
"I beg your pardon, great sage, but could you please elaborate for me?" the Polite Master asked.
"The Tribe of Fire does not often use the tactics such as assassins. They are forward. Bold. Direct. If they had an issue with someone, they go to directly confront their challenger face to face," Snowbeard explained.
"Sounds like a very hot blooded tribe of people," the Master replied.
"Or a very honorable warrior clan," the sage replied.
Each Tribe has their own village elder or sage, along with two primary champion warriors. The Master noticed that one of the two Snow Tribe's champion warriors was in the room with them, and held great respect for the elder. Perhaps that is why he had not spoken yet. The other warrior, from what the Master understood, was in the mountains meditating.
He assumed his decaying-life version was the cause of the multiple murders caused in the Tribe of Fire and Tribe of Ground. He was curious what luck his Ebony version had with the Tribe of Wind, and if he had moved on to the Tribe of Water or Tribe of Sand yet.
"Traveler," Snowbeard began. "I do not believe you've told me your name, or where you come from."
"Oh yes, how rude of me, I do apologize," The polite Master said as he set down his cup. "My name is the Master. I a Time Lord. I come from the Stars."
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Post by Koschei on Jan 8, 2013 15:12:21 GMT -5
The Master jogged lightly, gracefully maintining his balance as the hangglider touched down on the landing platform.
The achievements he saw about him were something many more technologically advanced civilizations would proud of. The wooden landing platform was made of carved, interlocking boards that fitted without nails. What he saw of the 'city' around him was much the same, and connected by suspension bridges of wood and rope braided out of some local creeper. And the hangglider... He'd never seen leather worked so finely or so thin.
"Very impressive, stranger," boomed a voice from the blind side of the hangglider. "Most visitors won't even dare take their feet from the earth, let alone ride the winds."
The Master turned. The speaker was tall and rangy, with lean, powerful muscles and a deep tan shown off to good effect by a multicolored loincloth and beaten copper and gold jewelry. The color of his hair and beard - both slate grey - marked him as old by local standards, but he was still clear of eye.
"I am hardly 'most visitors'," the Master said. He glanced about quickly, noticing that the men who had escorted him were clasping their hands above their hearts and bowing, then clasped his hands above the center of his chest and inclined his head. Slightly.
The man snorted in amusement. "As I can readily see. Your clothing is strange, and I have not seen dark skin even among the Volcano People. Your name, stranger?"
"I am known, universally, as..." his eyes twinkled with mischeif, "Jacob Hill."
"Yhay-kub," the man said, rolling the unfamiliar name in his mouth. "Of the Hill People, I assume?"
"My ancestory may, once, have been among them," the Master said, "But I no longer have a People to call my own. They dwelt far from here, and perished in a great conflict. Now I wander. And may I know your name, sir?"
"I am Hang'anayaw, First Speaker of the Wind People." He considered the Master carefully. "And what brings you among us, Yhay'kub the Wanderer?"
The Master didn't answer right away. Instead, he released the safety lines from his hangglider and handed it to one of the escort. "I have heard," he said, "that the Wind People are the bravest of the six peoples of this land."
"There are none braver," agreed Hang'anayaw.
"It is my hope, then, that I may make for myself a home among the wind." He stepped to the edge of the platform, staring off into the seemingly endless ocean of green beneath him. "For a man who has once tasted freedom does not wish to be bound to the earth forevermore."
There was silence, except for the sound of the wind among the leaves. "It is well said," stated Hang'anayaw. "Come, I will take you before the Grandmothers. They will decide this matter."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2013 23:09:16 GMT -5
"You...come from the stars?" Snowbeard asked puzzled.
"Yes," the Master replied. "Your people are usually more focused in the wise and scholarly ways, yes? And...that tower out there-" he pointed to a large ice structure outside one of the windows. It was shaped almost like an Earth observatory. "I am sure you've already seen large orbs farther away, mixed among the stars yes?"
"You are correct," Snowbeard replied.
"And I am sure you have realized by now your world is round as well, yes?" the Master asked.
"Most of our scholars have come to that conclusion, yes, and we have found more and more research to support our theory every day. Just yesterday, we, along with the tribe of Water prepared a boat with explorers from both our tribes to confirm our theory, and expand our maps," Snowbeard replied.
"Then allow me to explain. The large orbs you see in the skies at night through your...large instrument out there, what some people would call a telescope, are other worlds. Or planets. I am from a planet your instruments cannot see yet," the Master explained.
"Tell me then stranger. Are our moons also these...'planets' you speak of?" the elder asked.
"Oh no no no, your moons are much too small to be considered actual planets, and they have no air or atmosphere to support life on this planet," the Master explained.
This discussion of planets, moons, basic knowledge of space would go on for the next few hours.
"This is all...fascinating news. If only there was some way for you to prove your claims," Snowbeard said, rubbing his head.
"Oh, but Great Wise Elder of Frost, there is a way," the Master replied to him almost cheerfully.
"Master, what will we do now? The guards have began to increase their rounds."
The man was a simple minor named Stiel. He only mined unimportant common minerals for the Tribe Underground. The Master's second victim from this tribe was a co-worker Stiel never cared for. He witnessed the murder of the co-worker, but was too afraid to runaway. The Master felt the need to keep him around however. To act as a spy and disposable tool.
"I know this to be true," the hideously disfigured Time Lord replied.
"But Master, why. Should they find you-"
"They won't," the Master calmly replied. "You see, they are not looking for me. No. They are looking for members of other tribes. All the previous deaths happened close towards the mines near the border with the tribe in the Volcanoes. They also know one of the weapons left at the scene of one of the murders belong to a Fire Tribe guard. They are searching now only for anyone who would be part of that tribe."
"And if you are found by mistake, Master?" Stiel asked.
"Look upon the damage done to my body. I will claim to be another victim of the Fire Tribe's brutality. That I was burned alive and had barely survived," he replied.
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Post by Koschei on Jan 22, 2013 9:08:29 GMT -5
"I bring before the Grandmothers Yhay'kub the Wanderer, once of the Hill People," Hang'anayaw said in deep, formal tones.
The Grandmothers were, the Master new, the matriarchs of the clans of the Wind People. The Council of Speakers made the decisions for the People on external matters, but it was the Grandmothers who ruled on internal matters - justice, inheritance, adoptions, and the like. And it was they he would have to impress.
That shouldn't be too hard.
There was a certain barbaric splendour to the Hall of the Grandmothers. Each of the thirteen women sat in ornately-carved low stools of dark wood. They wore sarong-like dresses of cotton, dyed in bright colors (he assumed that the distinctive patterns denoted their individual clans), and wore jewelry of beads and carved stones and feathers. Each was attended by a younger woman, presumably the heir to the seat.
He estimated their ages at between four decades (for the youngest Grandmother) to more than eight decades (for the oldest). Children, all of them.
"What does Yhay'kub the Wanderer ask of the Hill People?" answered the oldest Grandmother, in equally formal tones.
That was his cue. He stepped forward, his presence filling the room. As respectfully as he could manage - and he was a consummate actor - he said: "I seek to make a home among the wind."
"Tell us, Yhay'kub the Wanderer,' the oldest Grandmother began, but she was cut off.
"Kill him!" shrieked the youngest Grandmother, staring at him with eyes filled with terror and loathing. "Take him from this place and let him be given to the gods, before he destroys us all!"
The Master allowed his features to assume an expression of surprise, something which required no acting whatsoever. He'd said nothing, after all. Done nothing, to provoke that response.
"Anyahaka'anayaw!" the oldest Grandmother said sharply, as the other eleven murmured in reproving tones. "Yhay'kub comes before us as a supplicant..."
"He is a serpent!" Grandmother Anyahaka'anayaw insisted, frantically. "There is a darkness about him! His soul is empty!"
Carefully, the Master examined her and the rest of the Grandmothers. After a moment, he frowned slightly. This Grandmother, unlike the others, possessed some rudimentary psychic talents. Poorly trained, no doubt, and steeped in mysticism for a certainty. He'd been careless.
"You will be silent!" snapped the oldest Grandmother. "This is not the time, nor the place, for your objections."
Fuming, glaring angrily and fearfully at the Master, Grandmother Anyahaka'anayaw lapsed into silence. After watching her for a moment, the oldest Grandmother turned back to the Master. "Tell us, Yhay'kub the Wanderer, why do you seek to make your home among the wind?"
The ceremony was long, and mostly consisted of standing and waiting while the Grandmothers debated the merits of adopting a Peopless wanderer, and of answering questions about his skills and talents and history and ancestry. The questions he'd answered with partial truths, designed to present himself in a positive light while implying (truthfully) that he was learned and skilled in many arts.
And the waiting? Well, it was only an hour or two. A bare heartbeat, compared to his life.
Finally, by a surprisingly unanimous decision of the Grandmothers, he was accepted among the Wind People. Then the ceremony took on the ceremonial aspects, filled with oaths and rituals. At the end he was blindfolded, and made to crawl through a short, narrow tunnel.
"You came among us Yhay'kub the Wanderer, Peopleless and alone," said the oldest Grandmother as he rose, still blindfolded. "But now you are reborn."
Gentle hands removed the blindfold.
"Now you are Yhay'kub'anayaw," said Anyahaka'anayaw, "of the Wind People. Live free, my Grandson."
He met her eyes, and smiled at the concealed dislike and mistrust he saw there. The canny witch had, clearly, demanded this.
He did love a challenge.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 18:45:36 GMT -5
What seemed like only a few hours was much longer than that. Snowbeard, one of the tribe's two mightiest warriors, two prime scholars, and seven other minor scholars learned many things.
The Master had taken this group on a sight seeing trip throughout all of space and time within the milky way galaxy. They were shown many sights, many technological advancements, and many alien civilizations that would've taken them centuries to discover, if not for the Master's intervention. When they had returned, night had fallen on the very day they left.
"So I hoped you enjoyed this learning experience, and hope you fly with us on Masterly Travels once again," the Master said as they disembarked the TARDIS. "So as you can see, wise ones, all I have told you about the universe around us is true."
Of course, he made sure there was no mention of himself or the Doctor within any of the places or events they visited. Save for one.
"The destroyers...the Daleks," one of the scholars began. "Who was this...'Doctor' they speak of?"
"Ah yes," the Master began. "The Doctor is sadly an embarrassment to my people, the Time Lords. Where I seek to explore the universe and bring peace and order, the Doctor is a liar and wishes for nothing more than destruction and chaos for all great civilizations, whether they be good or evil. He is the Darkest Time Lord my people have ever given birth to. It is my sworn duty to stop his evil intentions once and for all, should ever our paths encounter one another."
"Have you ever tried negotiating peace with this Doctor?" Snowbeard asked, as he hunched over his cane.
"Many times I have tried. I tried appealing to his common sense of decentcy, his morality, and even reminded him of our days of friendship at the academy. All of it means nothing to him. He once tried to destroy our home planet using the Eye of Harmony."
"And the eye is-?" asked another scholar.
"The Eye of Harmony," the Master began. "Is what gives power to all TARDISes across all space and time. It is what allows me to visit you, and for us to see all the different worlds I have shown you."
The Council of Elders of the Underground Village was made up of the head miners of each division of the village's many mining tunnels. Each were, in layman's terms, a foreman.
Coleor was the main speaker of the council who wished not to hastily accuse the Volcanic Tribe of these murders. The others were almost ready to begin confronting them now.
He was also the grandfather of Stiel, and one of Stiel's few relatives still left alive. Stiel's father died of a cave-in when he was little.
The past several evenings after council meetings have been stressful for Coleor. Not only did he have to deal with the discussion of war with the Volcanic tribe at the council, but at home as well. Coleor's eldest son and Stiel's uncle, Sed, was adamant about confronting the Volcanic Tribe now rather than later.
"Coleor must die," the cloaked Master began.
"What?" Stiel was shocked. Why his grandfather? Why the man who had taken care of him since his father's own passing? "Why Master? He's not a threat to us."
"Naive fool!" the corpse shouted. "He is a threat. He is a threat to my plans. The Council are all but at a stalemate because of his continued interference. With the unifying voice of pacifism gone, chaos will ensue. The Tribe will demand war."
Stiel stared at the monster in front of him. "We...we can't do that."
"Correction," the Master began as he held out a dagger from the Volcanic Tribe. "You...You will do it."
"I WON'T!" he shouted. "GUA-"
"YOU. WILL. OBEY. ME!" The Master shouted at him.
Stiel froze, staring into the Master's eyes.
"You will obey me Stiel. No one else. Is that understood?" the Master began, reasserting his will.
"Yes. Master," Stiel replied.
"You will take this dagger. You will kill. You will kill your grandfather. You will kill any witnesses. Fail me, and you will die," the Master said to him.
Stiel reached out and took the Dagger from the Master's hand.
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Stiel stared at the pool of blood. He looked at his own hands. He saw what he had done. His grandfather, his mother, his grandmother, two of his aunts, and three of his cousins. They were all dead.
It was him! It was the Master! He made him do this!
He dropped the dagger in the pool of blood. He had to warn someone! He had to warn his uncle! He had to warn the guards, the councilmen, the tribes! He-
Stiel was gone. Dead. What used to be Stiel was now nothing more than a doll-like figure soaked in the blood. Matter compression.
"You've done well Stiel. A pity you resisted me in the end. I might've had further use for you."
The Master kicked the shrunken body as it slid across the blood and slipped under the bed in the side of the room. The glowing yellow crystals that gave light to the room were dim now, as if they were dying along with the family members that died only a mere few minutes ago.
The Master laughed to himself as he left the home abandoned. He saw Sed coming towards the hut after finishing his shift in the mines. As the Master retreated to the shadows, screams of terror and rage filled the caverns.
This was the first murder from the "assassin" to occur inside the city. This problem could no longer be ignored. War was soon coming. Yes. It was coming quickly. Very. Quickly.
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Post by Koschei on Jan 25, 2013 23:18:54 GMT -5
A week later...
Yhay'kub'anayaw steered his "wind-wing" - a hang-glider, really - in for a landing on the hill. Jogging as he touched down, he swiftly killed the momentum of the landing. To the left and right of him landed his "mentors". Jaffa'anayaw'ku was, by the standards of the Wind People, an older and more experienced warrior. He stood tall and erect, his body lean and scarred. zeltha'anayaw'chul was younger, closer to the age the Anayaw believed Yhay'kub to be.
He was also the youngest son of Anyahaka'anayaw, and no doubt tasked to watch him. Closely. The Grandmother still did not trust him.
All three were dressed alike, in the two-panel loincloth and wrapped leggings and vest of the Anayaw. Their colors were an iridescent blue, trimmed with white. Jaffa and Zeltha also wore bracelets of beaten copper, and necklaces of carved turquoise and brilliant feathers.
Jaffa knelt, inspecting the ground. "More strangers," he finally said. "They passed no more than... half a day past."
"More strangers?" Zeltha asked, shooting a suspicious glance at Yhay'kub.
Yhay'kub shrugged. "Am I the Grandfather of the Stranger People, to lead them into the lands of my new family?" he asked, returning Zeltha's glance with a mocking smile.
"It is rare, to see this many..." began Zeltha, tone of voice heated.
"Yhay'kub speaks wisely," Jaffa declared, "if haughtly. He did not lead the strangers here." He pointed at the track. "These are the feet of the Underground People."
"Really?" Yhay'kub asked, crouching down to look. "The tread, I assume?"
"That," Jaffa said, "and the fact that a half dozen of them are watching us from the jungle."
Yhay'kub looked up, then nodded. "Well, then. Shall we see why they are here?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2013 4:37:06 GMT -5
The week that passed was a glorious one. Already, the people of the Snow Tribe had trusted him enough, and he held enough influence to be allowed to meetings with the scholars of the village.
Some didn't trust him, of course. It was perfectly natural. Granted, those could be out of jealousy or out of fear of the assassin in the shadows.
Some however began to doubt him because of his time machine. A few had questioned whenever they were not around him, whether or not he was making trips into his TARDIS and killing the people himself.
No, however. The Master had done nothing to prove them right. Well, this incarnation of him. He was a well behaved visitor, and very modest despite his..."title."
What he did however, was create a series of lies to discredit the Doctor, and helped the snow tribe progress to earn their trust.
And besides. With two other versions of himself causing trouble, he had well enough alibi to keep the snow tribe from ever turning against him for these murders. So he believes.
All has been going well. The Underground was scared. Reckless. They had sent out patrols out to the borders of the other tribe lands. Sed had taken Coleor's seat on the council, and now the pacifists were disorganized. Some had even began to support Sed's rash decisions for rallying up the soldiers. Soon there would be war. And then there'd be no need for this stupid tournament his future self had planned.
A small group of council members would be heading for the volcanic tribe soon, to discuss the removal of the assassin from their lands.
Perhaps he should follow them. Just for a little...Fun.
"I've toyed enough with these underground fools," he muttered to himself. "Let's continue...setting off the sparks to the flames of war."
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My favorite monster is: the darkness that lurks within every human heart.
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Post by Koschei on Feb 7, 2013 18:26:19 GMT -5
Kormar Veintapper was a squat, pale man with bulging eyes and heavy muscles from a lifetime of mining. Dressed in his traditional clothes - quilted jacket and pants of heavy cotton and linen, reinforced with leather at the knees and elbows and shoulders, he was out of place among the airy reaches of the Wind People.
"You let women make you decisions for you?"
Yhay'kub'anayaw glanced up, giving him a sympathetic look. As the youngest "Wind Walker" of the Anayaw, he'd been given the honor of waiting with the guest. "What do you mean?"
"The Underground People need action," Kormar huffed. "The Volcano People border on both our lands, and they already have committed murders among us. We need justice, strong allies. Not the endless nattering of women."
Yhay'kub'anayaw glanced at the door into the Grandother's Hall, then drew close to Kormar. "You are, of course, correct," he murmured.
"Eh? Of course I am!"
"Of course you are," Yhay'kub said with a faint smile. "And you know how it is with women..."
Kormar looked at him suspiciously. "What do you mean..?"
Yhay'kub's voice became conspiratiorial. "They like games, like playing at being in charge. But - secretly - all women long to be mastered."
Kormar glanced back at the door, uncertainly. "But they are your leaders, are they not?"
Yhay'kub's teeth gleamed in his smile. "We allow them to lead. In unimportant matters. It gives them something to occupy themselves with. The older ones, that is. We keep the younger women occupied in other ways..." He nudged Kormar's elbow. "Frequently, if you take my meaning."
Kormar chuckled. "Ah. I begin to see..."
"Of course you do," Yhay'kub agreed. "You are a man, are you now. You know the way of things, between men and women." He leaned close. "Be firm. Demand they yield. Let them see strength, and fire, and they will yield. Make them yours."
"I will," Kormar declared.
Yhay'kub gave a meaningful, sidelong glance at the door.
"Now?" asked Kormar, surprised.
"Would a real man wait?"
Kormar thought about that for a moment, then made up his mind. He stalked across the room and forearmed the door open. "Ladies!" he proclaimed, posing in the archway. "You have deliberated long enough!"
Yhay'kub smothered a grin. children, he thought. They're children.
Later that day...
"What possessed them?" Jaffa'anayaw'ku growled, slamming his drinking flask onto the table. "How dare they come to us, claiming to seek aid, only to offer violence to the Grandmothers?"
Things had gone poorly with the delegation from the Underground People. To the surprise of everyone, Kormar Veintapper had barged into the Grandmother's Hall and began shouting demands. When ordered to leave, he laughed and then manhandled Anyahaka'anayaw. Reportedly, he had even said "Admit it, wench. You need a man."
Yhay'kub pressed another wet cloth to his right eye. "I don't understand it, either," he said. "I simply counciled the man on proper behavior before the Grandmothers, and he went mad."
Yhay'kub, as was only proper, had sprung to the defense of Grandmother Anyahaka'anayaw. Once he had gotten over his surprise, that is. His right eye was swollen shut from a hammer-fisted blow, delivered while Kormar had attempted to confuse matters by calling Yhay'kub a betrayer, but he had championed his Grandmother.
The fighting had, unfortunatly, spread. Both the Wind Walkers and the delegates of the Underground People had come running, and a near riot had broken out. When the fighting finally ended, seven Wind Walkers were injured - two of whom would probably not live out the night - and one of the Underground People was dead.
The Grandmothers had ordered that the Underground People be out of the lands of the Wind People by sunset. And, in a grevious insult to the Underground People, they denied them their dead.
"The betrayer will be staked," Grandmother Anyahaka'anayaw declared, "left to be devoured by worms and unclean things. Begone!"
"They are fools," Zeltha'anayaw'chul snarled, pouring Yhay'kub a drink. He had warmed to his new clan brother, after his defense of their Grandmother. "Do they want war?"
"I can think of no other reason for his actions," Yhay'kub said, using his flask to hide his smile.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 18:16:18 GMT -5
Two weeks passed by now. News of the relations between the Underground Tribe and Treetop Tribe deteriorating had reached the other villages.
The Volcano tribe didn't need much to spark most of their men into action. All one had to do was destroy a few of their armories and storerooms.
Despite the setback, they managed to mobilize a good portion of their troops to prepare for war. They had no leads on who was attacking them yet, until one attack from the Sand Tribe sparked their angers.
The Sand Tribe however attacked because of a family who had been burned alive near the Volcano tribe's borders, leaving only one man barely alive, but horribly disfigured and injured.
The Chief took pity on the man. The family was a family of skilled artisans, as most of the Sand Tribe's people were skilled craftsmen of stone and art. The injured member of the family could no longer create pieces of art like he used to, however he proved to have grown knowledgeable. The Chief made him one of his newest and top advisers. While he knew it wouldn't alleviate the pain of losing one's family or artisan ability, the Chief hoped this would be able to give the man a new chance at life, and a new purpose.
The only issue was, no one was sure where this new adviser had originally come from. The family who burned, the head of the family had originally married a woman from outside the Sand Tribe, making the survivor the husband's brother-in-law.
The survivor was named "Sayyid", and was wrapped from head to toe in bandages, robes, and a simple mask to hide his disfigurement and injuries from public eye.
It was his injuries that had supposedly sparked the Sand Tribe's attack on the Volcano Tribe.
The Snow Tribe, having gained new insight from the Master's teachings, wished to share their new knowledge with their sister tribe, the Lily Tribe.
The Lily Tribe had a council of elder women leading as well, much like the Treetop Tribe, however it was not unusual a man would sit on the council every now and then. The reason they don't was because a majority of the tribe were women. The ratio difference between the genders could've been anywhere from 1 to 2, 1 to 3, or 1 to 4 every generation, which often prompted the women to occasionally seek a husband from outside the tribe. Often times, this would lead to them becoming members of one of the other Tribes, or it would prompt the new husbands to join theirs.
However, a number of attacks had occurred on the envoys sent from the Lily Tribe to the Snow Tribe, and vice-versa, with suspicions pointing in all directions to the cause of it all.
Things were going according to plan. It wouldn't be long now before the Masters have what they seek, and eventually leave this primitive rock behind to achieve their destiny.
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