Sir Cairex Forgepyre
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Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 8, 2017 15:06:00 GMT -8
Cairex felt torn. He hardly knew these people, so why should their problems concern him? The tale was fascinating, but a tale it almost certainly was. He paused in his eating to think in his own manner...if only people had been willing to help his pack, perhaps they would still be around. He had helped the people of Alban to regain their King for no other reason than he had nothing better to do...besides, he had certain "advantages" that an overwhelming majority of adventurers did not have.
"Safi, it may be a difficult thing to do, perhaps impossible, but the opportunity is before us, and I know I could not forgive myself for not trying. They are not my people, but neither is anyone else, not anymore. I will need my personal belongings first though."
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 20:36:06 GMT -8
She scoffed at Sir Cairex Forgepyre. "Are you serious? It's a fantasy. A fairytale. It may not even be real. There hasn't been water in the Sorala Desert for at least a thousand years," Safiya said, leaning forward in the passion for her argument to look Cairex in the face. "She'll be sending us to our death based on some story told to children."
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 21:08:30 GMT -8
"Yes, it is a risk," Fairuz said. "That is why I am asking two accomplished professionals to undertake it -- and be paid handsomely for their trouble."
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 9, 2017 3:14:05 GMT -8
"I am, in fact, slightly crazy. I have a bit of familiarity with fairy tales, and there is far more truth to them then one might think."
He resumed eating, albeit at a far more normal and reserved pace.
"You mentioned that the desert has tribes living in it did you not? So there has to be some water in the desert."
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 7:04:41 GMT -8
Before Safiyazade could interrupt, Fairuz spoke, leaning forward to gather a few items onto a plate herself and relax back on the chaise again. It seemed she had won over Sir Cairex Forgepyre, and that meant, of course, that @safiya would follow. If Fairuz knew Safiya, then the Emira knew that she wouldn't back down from a challenge. WHatever a foreigner could do, Safiya could do better. And, the Emira thought with a bit of bemusement, Safiyazade wouldn't turn down a chance to prove Fairuz wrong. "There is. I have even heard that there is some great hidden city," the Emira said, her jade eyes on Cairex. "Yet, the truth remains that the sparse and far-between oases out in the desert will not last. And-- even if they do--" she paused to bite into a date, chew, swallow, "--their scattered presence does not effect the importance of bringing the river back to the Sorala. But--" She finished the other half of her date and gestured to Safiyazade. "Safiyazade would have more information on the tribes people than I would, which is yet another reason why I want her to take the journey. If she'll accept the challenge."
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 8:05:52 GMT -8
She took a deeeeeeeep breath. "Fine. But we get full payment now. And a bonus when we return," Safiyazade said, feeling a bit traitorous to her mind because she was actually feeling a bit of a thrill and a bit of passion for the opportunity to go on this adventure... and perhaps get her name written in with all the other Sakandi heroes. "And-- we'll need access to the armory. There's a tribe in the sands that consider themselves guardians of the Temple of the Moon. We'll need as much help as we can get." She turned her gaze onto Sir Cairex Forgepyre. "I hope you know what you've signed us up for."
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 9, 2017 9:02:42 GMT -8
"I signed us up to fetch some Moon thing. I rather like the moon as it happens, it calls to me in a way." He grinned and chuckled at his own joke.
Cairex grasped the seriousness of the situation, though that may not have been apparent to the two women, given his jovial and light-hearted mannerisms. He also did not need an armory, but Safi looked like she would want one, he was more concerned with provisions.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 9:16:29 GMT -8
"Good!" Fairuz said, clapping her hands and smiling. It usually went this way; the Emira was extremely adept at getting what she wanted. "Let us eat, then, and in the morning, you'll be supplied with horses and supplies for your journey." They ate their meal in relative conversation, not too enthusiastic or entertaining, but relaxing all the same. Afterwards, Sir Cairex Forgepyre and @safiya would be seen to their own quarters to drop off the things they had come with, and then escorted to the armory (if they wanted to go there). Afterwards, they were told that dinner would be delivered to their rooms, and when the sun came up the next morning, a guide was waiting to take them to the western walls. [Exit, I'll tag you both at the next thread because I forget what the name is now.]
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Hafiz al-Shiraaz
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Emissary of the Infinite Deep
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: A stern, iron-faced marid with pale blue skin and a shaved head. Tall and well-built, with a deep, booming voice, the emissary poses a striking figure.
Clothes and Equipment: The emissary wears fine, high-quality clothing, as befits his station. He carries the rod of his office, which also serves as a lightning-empowered mace in a pinch.
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Post by Hafiz al-Shiraaz on May 16, 2017 14:09:47 GMT -8
The marid chose to travel by canal through the city of Sakand. The neither swam nor used boats, but glided smoothly over the surface of the surface of the water. As creatures of water, it was the most natural and comfortable path for them. And it would be sure to leave an impression on the locals. Hafiz was aware that their magical nature was a significant part of what he was bargaining here, and he intended to play it up along the way.
They made their way to the palace with little trouble, it was hardly hidden after all, and once it was pointed out to them, it was simply a matter of finding the path. They may not have taken the most direct route, but Hafiz did not mind. Any detour would mean more people seeing that the marid had arrived in Sakand with their own eyes.
When they approached the gates of the palace, the leader of the honor guard called out again. “Hafiz al-Shiraaz, Emissary of the Emirate of the Infinite Deep. We come under the banner of peace to the Emirate of Sakand with offers of friendship and unity.”
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 11:02:10 GMT -8
A thing like this, an occasion like this -- as soon as the Emira was told, she swept from her chambers. She was dressed casually, given she had no impressive meetings but her usually scheduled ones. Her lush frame was once again wrapped in a long piece of material, ivory with gold and teal to decorate, snug around her hips but flowing around her legs, trailing lightly behind her hurried step. The rest of the material was simply left to cross her body and drape over her shoulder, leaving her back naked, her sides visible. Her midnight-black hair was left unbound in its natural curls and sways, but her coronet was upon her head, jewelry hanging from her ears and clasped around one upper arm.
A trail of servants followed after her, a perceptible buzz about the palace as the Emira swept through the halls and momentarily lifted her skirts as she came down the wide steps toward the marble dock where she watched the Emissary of the Infinite Deep step to her palace -- not in a gondola, but with his own magic.
There were more with him, and Fairuz' shape eyes took in each and every one. She did not want to seem too desperate, but in the wake of King Renaux's disappionting negotiations, the frustrating lack of returned water gem, the uncertainty of her messengers into the desert -- seeing the Emissary brought a bit of hope... and also a bit of guarded paranoia.
She bowed her head to him. "Welcome to Sakand," she said. "I am Emira Fairuz of Sakand, and wish you welcome in my home if indeed peace and friendship is what you bring."
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Hafiz al-Shiraaz
Established
Emissary of the Infinite Deep
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: A stern, iron-faced marid with pale blue skin and a shaved head. Tall and well-built, with a deep, booming voice, the emissary poses a striking figure.
Clothes and Equipment: The emissary wears fine, high-quality clothing, as befits his station. He carries the rod of his office, which also serves as a lightning-empowered mace in a pinch.
Registered: May 13, 2017 12:44:07 GMT -8
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Post by Hafiz al-Shiraaz on May 17, 2017 12:55:31 GMT -8
The guards were tall and well-built, each in silks and bearing gold-chased weapons. Obviously, the primary intent of their uniforms and equipment was to impress and to make a show of the Emissary’s dignity and authority. But they were no less guards for all that, and they kept a wary eye on their surroundings throughout the proceedings. When Fairuz addressed them, the marid in the center stepped forward. His clothes were much finer, but left his chest and arms bare, showing off a chiseled, warrior’s physique. He bowed deeply, sweeping his empty hand out and back while holding the rod of office against his chest. “Your Most Illustrious Majesty. We are honored and humbled by Sakand’s welcoming response to our unannounced arrival. Please accept our deepest apologies for the most impolite manner in which we have come. On the order of His August Majesty, Alim al-Rashid, Emir of the Infinite Deeps, we have made all haste. His Majesty was delighted to discover that kin, long thought lost to myth and legend, still lived in Realms of Men. We are sent to deliver this gift in the spirit of kinship and peace.” Hafiz straightened, rising to his full height, and pulled an ivory box with golden hinges out of seemingly nowhere with a showman’s flourish. Then bowed deeply again, opening it and holding out out to present a beautiful necklace of silver and faceted coral, with a cameo of a young woman carved out of coral in the center. “And also to discuss the renewal of the bonds of friendship between our peoples. In these matters, I am authorised to speak with the voice of the Emir.”
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 14:21:29 GMT -8
She was impressed. She was. There was no doubt about it. It didn't help that these people bowing before her now, offering gifts... they were people of legend, spirits of the sea. She couldn't help the excitement that pulsed through her veins. Legends would be written of this. This time, their arrival -- it would be told for centuries. And it would be with her name attached to it.
The Emira walked forward to see inside the splendid ivory-and-gold box, looking within to see the coral-colored gems and pearls that made the necklace, the image of a woman in the center. She vaguely knew the image, but couldn't, for the life of her remember it now. How odd it was, to almost be bouncing for joy inside, while outside she maintained a very calm and poised visage.
"You know all of the right things to say, Emissary," Fairuz said, a warmth in her tone. "I, and the rest of Sakand, are very pleased that you have arrived, and just as Emir Alim seeks to regain accord between our nations, so do I. Please, come in, make yourselves comfortable. You and I, Emissary, will discuss the desires of the Emir in my office."
She clapped her hands twice, and like birds the servants and clerks scattered to attend to the Maridi's needs. The Emira reached out and thread her arm with Hafiz's own, taking the ivory box and handing it to a handmaiden. They walked toward her office. "I am very pleased with the gift as well. You must forgive me for not having something suitably ready, but by the time you must return to the Infinite Deep, I will have a gift worthy of Emir Alim."
"Tell me, though. Who is the young woman at the centre of the necklace?"
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Hafiz al-Shiraaz
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Emissary of the Infinite Deep
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: A stern, iron-faced marid with pale blue skin and a shaved head. Tall and well-built, with a deep, booming voice, the emissary poses a striking figure.
Clothes and Equipment: The emissary wears fine, high-quality clothing, as befits his station. He carries the rod of his office, which also serves as a lightning-empowered mace in a pinch.
Registered: May 13, 2017 12:44:07 GMT -8
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Post by Hafiz al-Shiraaz on May 17, 2017 19:14:12 GMT -8
Hafiz beamed a radiant smile when @fairuz took him by the arm. He was wary of reading too much into the gesture, considering the vast gulf of time between the last meeting of their peoples and now, it could be that customs had changed a great deal. Among the marid, it would have indicated that she was meeting him not only as an official envoy, but that she accepted the claim of kinship and welcomed his people as friends.
“Your majesty is far too kind. I am but a humble servant, striving to be worthy of the presence of such wisdom and beauty.” He bowed again as he walked with the Emira, the guard following a respectful distance behind, and breaking off when they neared what appeared to be private areas, trusting that diplomatic customs and the banner of peace would protect their charge better than four spears could.
“The woman there is called Akilah the Clever, a woman of many tales among our people. She accomplished many feats of daring and heroism with with and skill where feats of arms would have failed. When the barbarians marched on Sidaan, the townsfolk begged her to save them. They had no soldiers and weapons to defend themselves. She bid them all to come to the town center to dance and make merry on the day the enemy came. The people of Sidaan feared, but they knew of her legend and did as she instructed. Akilah opened the gates wide and sat alone on the wall, playing her fiddle. She smiled and called out to the barbarians, inviting them into the city. But the barbarians knew Akilah and feared it was a cunning trap. Rather than pass the gates so guarded, they turned and fled back to their homes.”
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 12:49:11 GMT -8
"Mmm," Fairuz said, strolling along beside Hafiz as they moved closer and closer to her office. "And you gift Akilah the Clever to me. I am wondering if perhaps she is not more symbolic?" the Emira teased, lifting her dark lashes to look up at the Emissary with a vixen's smile flirting at the corners of her lips.
"I wonder if I am Akilah, meant to play my fiddle and rush your people away, or perhaps are the Sakandi the conquerors at the gate and your arrival is a dance to distract me?" She slipped her arm out from his as they arrived at the doors of her office and gestured for the Emissary to go first.
[Exit to the Emira's Office]
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 22:14:50 GMT -8
The sound of music drew the Emira from her palace and toward her wide balcony, where she could watch the grand and glittering Maridi host come upon the sparkling city of Sakand. The mythical desert city itself was done up in a grand way, with flower petals floating in the air amongst all the shining lights, bows stretching from roof top to roof top, and palms laid upon the streets that would lead inevitably to the Emira's palace. Floating candles and lanterns and flowers were within all of the canals as well, and the people cheered and wept and cried and screamed with fantastic hope and enthusiasm for the Emir. Fairuz herself rolled her pretty jade eyes. The Emir of the Infinite Deep had arrived with absolutely no expense spared, flashing his wealth. The Sakandi people had also done their best, but considering they weren't even a decade away from a previous century of decay, there was evidence of a city that had almost-been on the brink of extinction and was still making its way back. Still, Sakand was gorgeous -- like a beautiful necklace that was steadily being cleaned to its bright and shininy glory, and Fairuz in her sapphire-and-gold palace was its pendant. She moved away from the balcony, sure that it would take the Maridi a while to get through the city as they kept their place slow to truly experience the fanaticism of the Sakandi people. Fairuz didn't think of them as saviors, however. Indeed, she was too paranoid, too wary. They could all too easily turn into their jailers, just like the Goraians, and just like the Israns. She had to think very carefully on who she was going to attach at her rounded hip. By the time Emir Alim al-Rashid had finally made it to the palace, the Emira was standing in her own gorgeous glory. Her dark hair was pushed off her shoulders and threaded with strands of gold, a diadem hanging over her forehead with a different jewel for each small pendant. Her jade eyes were made even more stark against her golden-tan skin by the dark kohl that lined them, her lips lush and red. Her body... damn.She was gowned in only her naked skin and gold, a long train behind her, and her hand resting on the orange-and-black head of her large tiger, Bahadur. Her palace servants were spread out beside her like wings, all dressed beautifully, but none so like the Emira. When the Emir finally came to stand in front of her in the Courtyard, the music came to a stop. She gazed on him, power to power, and could feel the majic radiating off of him. It inspired her own to throb and sizzle in her veins... and made the corners of that red, red mouth tip upward, a clever gleam in her eyes. She lifted a be-ringed hand, then... and touched the coral necklace that his emissary had gifted her, the silhouette of Akilah on its pendant. Then, she bowed deeply, and her servants did the same while Bahadur looked steadily at them.
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Emir Alim al-Rashid
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Emir of the Infinite Deep
Roleplay posts: 28
Physical Description: A towering, massive djinn, Alim is the epitome of marid might. His skin is deep ocean blue and his eyes glow yellow. Long teal hair is pulled up into a topknot and flows down his back. Short, black horns curl from his temples, giving him a demonic appearance.
Clothes and Equipment:
Alim wears only the finest clothing and jewelry, as befits his station. He is always armed with at least a blade, if not more than one. Any weapon he carries if certain to be highly enchanted for both strength and sharpness.
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Post by Emir Alim al-Rashid on Jun 1, 2017 8:28:58 GMT -8
The whirling vortex gently set the Emir onto his feet and dissipated as he arrived to the courtyard of the Emira’s palace. The rest of the parade shifted around and parted to let him by as his steady, confident steps approached the Emira.
Alim didn’t exactly leer or ogle the Emira, of course. That would have been undignified for the both of them. But he certainly appreciated the view when she approached. Their customs and personal styles might differ, but he was pleased to note that @fairuz was also the sort to put on a bit of a show and make an impressive entrance. And with a tiger, no less. She simply casually strolled about with a fantastic beast of myth and legend as if it was no great matter. A part of him applauded her for the gambit, knowing it would set many of his people back on their heels at the display. Another part of him was genuinely set back on his heels at the display.
Outwardly, he was calm and collected, though. He had been at this too long to allow himself to show shock or astonishment unless a ploy of some kind. He noticed the necklace and the image of Akilah around her neck when she touched it. He wondered if it was a show of appreciating the gift, or a statement that she was taking the path of the quick and clever woman. Probably both, he decided.
He stopped perhaps six feet away, laying his right hand over his breast. For a short moment, he stood still, holding the pose, then he bowed deeply as well. His right hand extended forward with a small flourish towards the Emira, turning palm upward. When their lord bowed, the entire maridi retinue bend low as well, moving in well-choreographed unison.
“Your Majesty. My thanks for the gracious invitation to visit beautiful Sakand. I am deeply honored.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 10:44:10 GMT -8
The halls and ceilings of the palace were high, painted with real gold and vibrant colors, depicting legends and beasts. The columns were fat and thick, painted and carved just like the ceilings above. But even then, the Maridi still seemed to fill the hall, the scent of the sea on them -- the sea and darkness and power.
It was an aphrodisiac to Fairuz. Although she had been within the emissary's presence, it was dampened (ha) compared to the Emir that stood before her. His muscles seemed to ripple beneath his dark navy skin, his eyes glowing as they landed on her, so small compared to his majesty.
But then -- a man could be as mighty as he wanted. It was the small, golden crown on his head that truly made him powerful. And that's what Fairuz was -- to herself, and to him. He wanted the power and riches of Sakand just like she ached for the power and majesty of the Infinite Deep.
And Fairuz was not the only one in awe of the Maridi sovereign or his retinue that rolled upon the halls like a cerulean wave on sun-baked sand. Bahadur stood beside her, his warm presence a reminder of his own black-striped strength. His gaze did not waver from the Maridi, watching the Emir as he bowed deeply.
The Emira of Sakand took a few steps forward, her gown chiming quietly around her curves and against the cool stone floor and she reached out to take his hand. "You honor us, Your Majesty," she told him, her green gaze telling him the same thing. "Welcome home."
It was a simple welcome -- simple, but poignant, a meaning much deeper than the few words spoken. If he took her hand, she'd turn and step beside him, Bahadur never once leaving her side as he prowled beside her.
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Emir Alim al-Rashid
Established
Emir of the Infinite Deep
Roleplay posts: 28
Physical Description: A towering, massive djinn, Alim is the epitome of marid might. His skin is deep ocean blue and his eyes glow yellow. Long teal hair is pulled up into a topknot and flows down his back. Short, black horns curl from his temples, giving him a demonic appearance.
Clothes and Equipment:
Alim wears only the finest clothing and jewelry, as befits his station. He is always armed with at least a blade, if not more than one. Any weapon he carries if certain to be highly enchanted for both strength and sharpness.
Registered: May 13, 2017 13:02:51 GMT -8
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Post by Emir Alim al-Rashid on Jun 2, 2017 13:28:12 GMT -8
Alim took her hand, slowly drawing himself up to his full height. Welcome home, she had said. An interesting choice of words, with layer of meaning to be pulled apart. Akilah, indeed. Hafiz al-Shiraaz had spoken truly in his description of her. If he was careful, and smart, this stood to work out even better than he had hoped. Or perhaps, it would be the ruin of him. “It is an honor to all when lost kin are returned to one another.” He took a moment to look around the hall when Fairuz stood beside him, at the arched ceiling, the pillars, and the walls. Images of fabled creatures and fantastic beasts he had no names for in gold and brilliant colors adorned every surface. Beasts that were fantastic to his people and lurking just outside the walls of Sakand for all the Emir knew. It occurred to him that any one scene or panel from this room would be accounted a masterpiece beyond compare among his own people. How the colors could even be applied to wood and stone is such brightness and detail was a wonder beyond his understanding. “Our legends speak of the beauty of Sakand and her people. I can see that they hardly live up to the truth. My emissary mentioned maji and scholars trading knowledge between our peoples, but I believe the Infinite Deep would gain more by sending artists and architects to study under the Sakandi masters.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 9:51:37 GMT -8
They were walking on a small tour of the palace, at least the places that she thought would interest the Maridi sovereign and his sundry people. They made quite a vision -- he all brawn and deep blue skin, tall and imposing and decorated with wealth. She was much smaller and glittered every time she moved, a powerful tiger wrapped around her legs and her gown trailing behind her as they stepped. The intriguing part was that both of them had a Grander Than Life presence about each other, and those presences seemed to be proding and poking at eachother to see which of them would be the dominate one in their coming relationship.
For now, it as flattering words and cordial phrases, but they were two alpha predators and both of their courts -- one cerulean, one golden -- watched to see what would happen.
"Then I will send them along with our maji and scholars, and I will go, too. I want to see the Infinite Deep. I want to see where your people are born and where they live their lives, to understand your people as deeply as I understand my own." She turned her face to look up at him, those jade eyes filled with sharp cunning and deep intelligent and dark secrets so that no one ever knew the truth of Emira Fairuz. "This... reconnection... is very important to me, on an emotional level as much as it is on a national one."
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Emir Alim al-Rashid
Established
Emir of the Infinite Deep
Roleplay posts: 28
Physical Description: A towering, massive djinn, Alim is the epitome of marid might. His skin is deep ocean blue and his eyes glow yellow. Long teal hair is pulled up into a topknot and flows down his back. Short, black horns curl from his temples, giving him a demonic appearance.
Clothes and Equipment:
Alim wears only the finest clothing and jewelry, as befits his station. He is always armed with at least a blade, if not more than one. Any weapon he carries if certain to be highly enchanted for both strength and sharpness.
Registered: May 13, 2017 13:02:51 GMT -8
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Post by Emir Alim al-Rashid on Jun 5, 2017 20:01:30 GMT -8
“You are most welcome to the Infinite Deep at any time, of course.” The Emir nodded to @fairuz , his deep voice lowering to a personable volume as they walked through the palace. He tried to rein in the wonder of where he was and what was happening, but on occasion, he was stunned by some wonder that the Sakandi woman took for granted.
“We will have a chance to return your hospitality, and to show you that perhaps a few of your legends live on among my people, as ours do among yours.” He measured his steps as he walked with Fairuz, more to give himself time to take in the beauty of his surroundings than any chivalrous ideal.
“I am an ambitious man. Both for myself, and for my people. As the Infinite Deep rises, so do I rise with it. I see that you are the same in this. I believe that our people will rise together if sieze the opportunity before us. We trade. We trade our exotic foods. We trade our wealth and in so doing we both become more wealthy. More than that, we trade our knowledge. Our art. Our culture. We become as one people again…”
Alim paused and turned to look down at Fairuz, looking directly into her eyes with a stern, unflinching gaze. “I could claim that rediscovering Lost Sakand has been a dream of mine. That I dreamed of this day as a child. That all I have done lead to this moment. But it would be lies. Until very recently, I didn’t believe that Sakand was a real place. Or if it was, that it could not be as the tales said. But now that the moment is here… My name will be in the histories. Forever a part of the legends of Sakand. I cannot say that it does not affect me. Is this the emotional importance you mean? To stand tall among the great names of history?”
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