audio | username: saviour of a hundred nights

[aprescoup]

Good day, good day. My friends, the friends of my friend, my travellers. We have journeyed together days and a nights, days! And nights.

And though many would say, Mazyar, how do you steal! Steal, like babes from the mother's teat, how do you take a convoy, dozens of men and women, beautiful, beautiful women, and the men are strapping, and the goats are good! They give us milk. And the horses are pleasing. And how do you thieve all this great offering, Mazyar, and you carry it on your feeble back, all through the customs, past the officers, past the paper-men, past the checks, past the dead! How do you do all this, Mazyar, how great is your wisdom, you, who are industrious like a god and cunning like a fox? Mazyar! Mazyar! You are a hero of stories, a thief of a thousand and one nights!

( He finally... remembers to breathe. ) But do not applaud me! Friends. Friends. I only do my duty. With greatness and ability and skill, but I only do my humble, humble duty. I take you to Taravast. But you must help me, yes? In this small thing, small, small thing, you will not notice. Just... a few guidelines, as we cross the Stairs of Sighs. For all our safety, yes? Small... small things. I ask so little! You will not notice.

A few rules — no, we are friends. A few... encouragements.

The first: you may have noticed, the... company. Of Lord Arha, who joins us in his... chivalry to escort us. Very kind! Very wonderful. Very... but you know already. Do not speak it, or else your tongue ties and your words fail a day and a night. And you upset him. There is talk... it is good, never make Lord Arha upset. Why? He is a prince, why upset princes. Royal blood, ah? Their tempers.

The second: do not make noise or sudden movement, if you can help it. There are snakes, and snakes here are vicious. And there are other creatures from the sky, and I know! I know. 'Mazyar, you! You cannot be afraid!' And I am not... but we have fowl, we have animals, and they steal. Disgusting things, they are. Careful with their claws and their beaks and their dark flesh-blood. It pools, and sometimes it burns the touch. In fact... if you are without work, and you want some coin... and I have it! I am a generous man.

Collect the tar from infected pools we pass by, in our great water barrels. We take it with us, and the schools of Taravast pay well after. The same for snakes, for exotics. The venom sells well. And if you capture a harpy... o-hoooo. My friends, gold as you cannot imagine. Not to mention, the many treasures they say lie buried in lost temple grounds.

The third ru — encouragement: mind the road down the old canyon. It is stone, yes? Only stone. But stone crumbles, the cliff-side erodes, you slip. And the walls... do not travel by them alone. Dozens of men disappeared inside the walls, never to be seen, and they say! They say. It is only a pathway to the realm of Death herself!

The fourth: our other companions. Some are from Sa-Hareth. Some... you do not ask. We are private people. I have a reputation, 'Mazyar the Humble,' 'Mazyar the Discreet.' We are not inconvenient. Some of them who left Sa-Hareth, besides... did it because Anurr was — an unfortunate development. And who helped depose their little friend, Unhalad? Aaaaaaahhhhhhh. Shhh, better we do not talk about politics, see?

The fifth: ...whoever shared the feeding before? The one that turned stomachs? You do not cook again. I! I, of course, being a man of great strength suffered nothing. But others... there were complaints. Even Lord Arha... as I said. Noble temperaments.

The sixth: the Lady Hatisse. I speak her name once, and that will be all. I do not want talk of witches in my caravan. No politics, no witches.

It is good to have you, all of you. And we will make such memories together. Please, do not thank me. I am humbled to have saved you.

( ooc: threadjack away! Feel free to take up any of the small quests Mazyar has mentioned: capturing snakes, harpies, or collecting tar from the various ponds infected with dark water. You can drop off any questions or handle OOC planning amongst yourselves here. As for temple treasure raiding... )

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[weifinder]

—Hey, wait, Lan Zhan, why does it sound like you're negotiating a bride price? I don't have a functional womb! That was a joke!

( the point
























wei wuxian's head )

[downswing]

Not all matters call the insight of children.



( 'Shoo.' )

[weifinder]

Children are highly insightful, you know that. Almost annoyingly so at times, Rich-gege.

[downswing]

My coin purse is empty.


( Drop mic. )

[weifinder]

That's right, it seems like here, I'm the one you should be calling Rich-gege.

( take deadpan for the mic drop, kanye wangwang )

[downswing]

Is ridicule what you intercede for?



( Shoo: The Reckoning. )

[weifinder]

While I'm glad the two of you are talking, does it need to sound like either one of you is haggling over this half wreck? How's that even worth your time... I hate being the one to point it out, but I belong to neither Yunmeng Jiang nor Gusu Lan last I knew? With another donkey this is almost like being back home, only now with travel company, and I have to give Lil' Thorn back when we reach Taravast.

[downswing]

Of course. Wei Wuxian belongs to nothing.

[weifinder]

... Other than a cobbled together sense of justice and a road leading back to something, yeah, I guess it is as you say.

[downswing]

Then, keep your company.

[weifinder]

I... thought I was.

[downswing]

Piss off.

[weifinder]

... I can't tell if I'm more shocked you wrote that or when you said that way long ago. Lan Zhan, the only place in that great world of all its roads, stars, and seas we came from that welcomed me directly was where you were. Was I wrong about that?

[downswing]

But you have no company.

[weifinder]

On the road before I was here, I didn't travel with company? Unless Lil' Apple counts, and I hope we're going to forgive a man for talking to a donkey when no one else is around.

( But he's not forever dense, the company Lan Zhan's talking about doesn't seem to deal with his actual traveling company at home, or here, which were the things he had in mind. Or what he'd started out sliding into this public conversation over, which: )

Lan Zhan, it's not that I don't have company, or companions. You know you're closer to me than anyone, and Sizhui is priceless, and I'm rather fond of a number of juniors from all different sects. It's that I don't have legal ties to any sect. I'm a guest if I visit them, major or minor. Unlike what the title granted to me was used to imply about the Wens who lived with me, I never established any Yiling Wei sect, and I never intended anything of the kind. I'm a rogue cultivator. Isn't that a fact?

[downswing]

It is not.

[weifinder]

Then what am I?

[downswing]

( A cultivator, by definition, requires a core. )


Wei Ying.

[weifinder]

( no, just by definition of a sword cultivator. half a wreck by his own admission, he is still a cultivator, just not one highly esteemed or regarded for his swordsmanship. not like he was, once upon a younger man. )

Lan Zhan.

[downswing]

You are Wei Ying. No more asked of you.

[weifinder]

Well that's good, because last I heard, Wei Wuxian was a cursed name!

( Hahahaahahaaaaaaaaaaa trust in his wit and self deprecation, it's great. )

Wei Ying the Wanderer, is it, Hanguang-jun?

( Not for distance. Too soft in tone, no bite; a harkening back to that same conversation about suited names, on the waterfall. )

[downswing]

Wei Ying, who knows Wei Ying.

[weifinder]

( Half exhalation, half sigh, more fond than not: )

Haaah. Thank you, Lan Zhan.

( says the rogue demonic cultivator to the overseer of the righteous faction. )