Kharille wrote:
"Ah, but we cannot punish people for intent, nor execute people for a crime they have not done yet. We need to be just and fair. Mercenary work is harsh, I hope that Malim will do good work maintaining discipline in the borders. We may even value his work in the times to come."
Kuublu heads over to the longhouse and announces the arrival of Kgosi Olmar. Standing some distance he speaks loudly, at least to awaken those slumbering upstairs.
howareyou wrote:
Ak'kulula follows behind the Prince. He hangs back, shunning the limelight, preferring to go amongst the villagers, blending in with the crowd. His senses however are in high alert, eyes darting here and there for signs of threats, while his ears are peeled for noises that may cue approaching dangers, and his mind reaches out to pickup any hint of hostility in the air.
Kharille wrote:
"AWAKEN! THE TIME FOR CELEBRATION HAS ONLY JUST STARTED! KGOSI OLMAR HAS RETURNED AND A GREAT EVIL HAS BEEN VANQUISHED!!!"
OOC:I think everyone should light up their torches. Can we get any music?
howareyou wrote:
Kharille wrote:
"AWAKEN! THE TIME FOR CELEBRATION HAS ONLY JUST STARTED! KGOSI OLMAR HAS RETURNED AND A GREAT EVIL HAS BEEN VANQUISHED!!!"
As the crowd draws near to the village moothall, the Prince, who had been marching right in front of everyone else, suddenly bursts out in a passionate and enthusiastic call to celebrate!
Ak'kulula is stunned by the sudden outburst! His young mind remembers vaguely that the Prince had earlier mentioned something about there being great joy at the return of Kgosi Olmar, though the lad had only managed to grasp fragments of it. This sudden call to spontaneously begin singing and celebrating has caught him totally unprepared and at a loss what to do! Eyes wide open and round as moons, the lad stares blankly at Kubluu, a grimace of utter confusion on his youthful face!
The call of the Prince is clarion though, and Ak'kulula, after his initial stunned confusion, begins collecting his wits about himself. The boy begins jumping up and down while clapping his hands together and wildly wagging his head, expressing excitement and joy in the typical fashion of his people. In short order, his lithe young body begins grooving to a
very vague semblance of the rhythm and movements of his people's Victory Dance!
OOC - I vaguely remember something about dance being a sacred affair to African bush people. That they have a dance for every important event. And that the actual performance of it carries a strong element of worship to whatever powers or deities they believe in.
So...consider this sham celebration a sign of Ak'kulula's trust in Kubluu and his willingness to follow the Prince!The two sentrys see the large group approaching with Kuublu in the lead and go tense but even they are not prepared for the great boom of Kuublus voice, which echoes throughout the town.
Those at the rear of the group raise torches suddenly casting light over the scene.
At Ak'kululas reaction to Kuublus call a number of those in the group follow suit, in a somewhat more percussive dance of heavy foot stomps and fluttering hand movements.
A crowd begins to gather inside the doors of the longhouse, mostly composed of townsfolk acting as servants at first and then they are pushed aside by stern warrior faces.
Kgosi Olmar steps forward and clasps Kuublus forearm,
" It is true. I have returned."Smiles appear on the worried 'servants' faces and the mercenaries frown deeply, one of the older ones cuffs a younger man about the head and sends him inside, torches are lit on the upper floor and a panel drawn aside.
Malim looks out at the assembled crowd his eyes alighting first on Kuublu and then on Kgosi Olmar.......and then, with a fierce glare, on Ak'kulula.
" Ah! I see reports of your death were somewhat embellished. Who is this beside you? The Kobblo I have heard about?"Kgosi Olmar inclined his head slightly, indicating Kuublu should continue his address for now.