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Sajida
Kral
G'Trell
ON:
Kral came in once more after watching the Matches. He often came here now mostly because he had no where else to go and he looked to watch the activity as he drank his warnog. He came in not noticing Sajida at first as he went to the Counter and ordered his usual, a mug of warnog.
G'Trell looks up at the new comer and smiles. "Sajida who is that?"
Sajida turns to see Kral ordering his drink at the bar and turns back to G'Trell to explain "That is Kral. He was speaking to myself Kira and Ta'pez before their matches. I am a strong be' in his eyes so I am told" she said with a smile
G'Trell laughed, " Strong eh, how many men here are not thinking your "strong" as you put it."
While giving a heart belly laugh to herself she answered G'Trell "If I knew Jeral would zoom in on Warp 10 to the station. Let me call him over he is rather nice". Sajida then turned around in her chair and called over Kral
Kral paid for his warnog and sat down to drink it. His eyes searched the bar before he finally saw Sajida and heard her call him. She was with another woman, also beautiful. He got up and walked over to them. "nuqneH?" He greeted.
"Sit down and eat before you inhale more of that warnog into your system! Kira ordered some excellent food" Sajida stated
<kira>
G'Trell smiled at the new comer and motioned to a seat next to her. He was cute with his long red brown hair and strong ridges. "heres a seat."
Kral looked at the seat and then took it. He took another drink of the warnog before speaking. "You did not tell me you had a friend, Sajida." He grinned
G'Trell was quick to reply " G'Trell, I mean my name is G'Trell...James" She looked away quickly feeling embarrassed about stumbling over her own name.
"Aye this is an old friend from past tournaments Kral. She is like a sister to me!" Sajida added, Oh and Kral she is free at the moment if you get me" she said with a wink to him trying to hide her smirking from G'Trell
G'Trell shot Sajida a surprised look." Saj!"
Kral nodded with respect, "Kral, of The House of Mok." He introduced himself. Then hearing Saj he laughed. "Realy?" He looked at her.
Nodding she drank down her glass of water and hailed the waiter for another.
G'Trell felt like she wanted to disappear. " Please excuse my sister, Its still in debate that she has any manners at all. But for the record yes I am "free" as she put it."
"Pfft! I have plenty of manners!" she said then burping to add a sarcastic touch to the statement.
Kral gave a Klingon Grin. "Manners are not to much concern, but can you tell a story?"
Of course he meant her story telling abilities.
G'Trell smiled. "he obviously was not here when I was drunk and sang of Gilligan world."
<kira>
Sajida laughed and let Kral continue
"In my house, the ability of a woman to tell a story is important. As well as her ability to remember it." He said, though he wasn't really suggesting that they become close like that, he let it be known it was an interest to him.
G'Trell smiled and shook her head. "Interesting, normally its the ability of a body other than the mind that attracts most men." G'Trell could not help but be impressed. It sounded a lot like her old house the house of Hil'Vok. Her fathers house. She had read about it briefly on Qonos. She took a sip of blood wine that was sat in front of her. "So does your house enjoy poetry?"
Kral chuckled, "When the need for mating arises. But mostly it is the stories and the House History. The Tales of our Bloodkin is always best shared and the tell of our bloodline's greatest ancestor is something that is told in story to every House member."
GTrell smiled " Well i am afraid I have no house nor any story that would interest you. Unless you wanna here about the time I tried to sell my sister Serina to ferengis so I could buy a fighter."
“Unless you all want a rendition of a song ill make up for Jeral's Love get me a kegger of bloodwine" Sajida said smiling heavily as she thought of Jeral
<Kira>
G'Trell chuckled, " very well" She waved the waiter over and paid for a keg. "lets hear it" she said smiling up at him. But something in her mind clicked and she felt left out. Not having a house of her own or knowing of any ancestors of her dead one. She settled down to hear yet again of some one else’s. The fire in her eyes died a bit as she inwardly wrote him off. He would not be interested in a rouge like her anyways. She then reminded herself sternly that she was not looking anyways. Men where trouble and she had had her fill of that. She could take care of herself.
Kral begin the story first with the setting. It was in the last days of the Hur'Q occupation on Qo'noS. His ancestor yoH'loD was a man who had lived his youth fighting the creatures. He had fought and survived for many years. His youth an advantage against the opponents who could not move like the young Klingons did. But it was the last battle he told. Soon he entered the story speaking it as if he were this ancestor. He had actuualy dreamed the story aout before. Not he revisited... Like rivers the blood flowed. A young army of Klingon warriors shed it's blood before them. These monstrous creatures killed without mercy. Yet yoH'loD knew even as he was being hunted like an animal by the Hur'q, that the resistance would win even if the last warrior
must call out to Sto-vo-kor for all the warriors in his or her last breath. The Klingon people would not be conquered, even into the afterlife. The resistance had been fighting the hur'q since he was a boy, his mother had left him in the hands of his nurse who kept him safe even after his mother was killed in battle. It had been only natural
that he had joined the fight against their invaders as soon has he could use a blade.
Kral paused a moment to order more warnog and some bloodwine for them. Then continued...
He brought his bat'leth up as he splashed threw the cold water of a running river. Half way across he heard the Hur'q coming in close behind him. yoH'loD was not worried though because this is where their stand would be. yoH'loD suddenly roared as he made it across the river and turned with the bat'leth that had been made by his father. The bloodstones bordering the handles already stained dark by the blood of hur'q he
had fought as a teen.
At his roar thousands of strong young warriors who had been waiting burst out to attack. yoH'loD who had only been a few feet ahead of the Hur'q was already in the middle of the fight. He had suffered a wound to the shoulder but it did not stop him as with all the fury of the Klingon race he fought these creatures, attacking at their most vulnerable spots which by now he knew without thinking. The hur'q fought with energy weapons but if you were quick they could not hit you, which was why most the warriors left were young. If you came in close and in the middle of them they were more likely to shot each other in their numbers than the young Klingons who could fight while keeping low. Though some of the hur'q did carry bladed weapons they were larger than even the largest Klingon male and while could still move quickly they could not move as low as the Klingons. A Klingon could take them down by cutting their legs from under them.
This was how they fought. yoH'loD rolled between the legs of one hur'q and as he did he sent his blade into the vulnerable spot beneath the hur'q's armor. He roared with victory as the creatures blood spilled to stench the soil and he went for the next one never worrying about death because if he were to die now he would die a warriors death unconqured. They fought for a long time until the soil was burried beneath the bodies and blood of hur'q and Klingons alike. For victory no hur'q was left standing, but no Klingon was left standing. Not even yoH'loD who had been cut and torn in the battle.
He lay in the pile of bodies his blade still held in his hands as his mind wandered to his wife who was with child. He hoped at least they survived as he looked to the stars and let out a cry to the afterlife for the young warriors who died in this battle with him. Then he to started for the after life...
Finaly Kral looked at the women, "Afterwards his mate found him. She made the oath that his story would not be forgoten. She told it to her son who first started this House and took the land his father had battled on as the lands of our House. His story was continued on down the line and now is told here. We still have his batletH protected on our lands. Every bloodkin is told of his story beneath it." He finished and downed what was now his third mug of the warnog.
G'Trell listened fascinated with the story. But the she could not help but think of how much Tarlin would have loved to hear it. How he would have dream to be a warrior fighting against such ravish beings. It was all gone, He was dead and those dreams where for not. She smiled up at Kral. " That was a great story, I will remember it for when I am away at battle."
Kral nodded, realizing he had not paced himself with the drinks while he was telling the story. "Then even to the end of my House it will be remembered." He seemed pleased with that. It was a relief in a sense.
"Aye it was indeed a good one worthy of telling again and again. I must remember that one" she said "Well then G'Trell feel a little better?"
G'Trell looked at Sajida " Yes, My sister is last on my mind at the moment." She still looked down cast.
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