Sakand
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Roleplay posts: 1
Registered: Mar 3, 2017 10:43:31 GMT -8
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Post by Sakand on Apr 10, 2017 9:40:13 GMT -8
The large main gate of Sakand leads straight out into the desert but providing access to the floodplains and the world beyond. Currently, the gate is open.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Aug 6, 2017 20:59:57 GMT -8
Finally he saw it - the glistening jewel that was said to be Sakand, rising up in the distance as he travelled through the desert. Ildesias didn't seem particularly happy in the Solaran climate, with only his loose clothing and head-wrap preventing the sun from burning his fair elf complexion. It was a hard place to travel in alone, wrought with dangers, the constant threat of running out of water and the sandstorms that forced him to delay his journey several times in order to hide from the elements. Yet with perseverance, a little luck and a bit of magic here and there he finally made to the city that was his destination.
He made his way up to the gate, nodding at the guards through the brown cotton wrap that he wore over his face and head like some sort of poorly improvised turban. The tips of his ears, which peaked out comically to either side, looked to be far redder than the slight tan showing around his light blue eyes. "Greetings," he muffled to them, then would proceed to walk through unless they felt the need to stop him for any reason.
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Allahab Alddayim
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: Good Question
Physical Description: Allahab's most common appearance is that of a tall lean man with darkly coloured skin and darker eyes. His hair is long and black, his face covered in dark scruff. His jawline is angular his nose aquiline and his cheekbones high. There is a distinct sense of power about him and of imminent danger, partially because of the distinct smell of smoke that follows him wherever he goes. Of course, as an Ifrit he is capable of changing his appearance and his true form is that of a vaguely humanoid pillar of smoke and flame.
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Clothes and Equipment: He tends to wear desert garb of fine make, richly dyed. He tends to prefer vests and loose pants and he carries a scimitar and a handheld crossbow.
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Registered: Aug 22, 2017 18:19:35 GMT -8
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Post by Allahab Alddayim on Aug 23, 2017 17:34:07 GMT -8
From the desert, he comes leading a train of camels. A tall man, of rugged looks, dressed with bright colourful flair. He brings gifts for he hears that there is cause for celebration. The Marid long lost cousins returned from the deeps of the great oceans which his kind may not traverse had returned to Sakand. For such as this even his kind would stand up and take notice.
They were the flickering flames, an eternal spirit bound to a single bloodline reborn countless times to experience the world anew. All but him. He was Allahab Alddayim, The Enduring Flame the oldest of his kind by virtue of being the one who decided that the flames needed a keeper. He is Ifrit, he is the smoke and the flame.
"Marhabaan!" He calls greeting the guards as he approaches bringing his camels to a stop. "I am Allahab Alddayim of the Ifrit, I come bringing tribute for the Emira and her honoured guests!" He looks at the two guards wondering if they still tell stories of the Ifrit, the bonded, the reborn.
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atroc
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Roleplay posts: 1
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Gigantic sand serpent.
Clothes and Equipment: None.
Registered: Aug 24, 2017 16:23:54 GMT -8
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Post by atroc on Aug 24, 2017 16:36:49 GMT -8
A glance perhaps, that may be all that was caught. If you blinked you may have missed the moving dunes. The shaping of the very earthmen stood upon.
It was a myth the shifting sands caused by the wind and left many lost in the maze of endless and mirroring grains. Yet they moved because HE willed it.
“I command the ground”
“I devour the earth”
“I feed upon the masses”
“I shake the bedrock”
The voice was a whisper a call. The poem was a ghost heard by those too tired to make sense of it. Lost in the heat it could have been mind games. The ground shifted and turned all around the great city. What was once gone had returned.
He could sense it, the power returning to this place. It was mouthwatering, a sophisticated pallet for old orders. It had awoken him, the dunes moved as if something was beneath them.
Below the ancient temples and forgotten warlords was something much fouler and much more intricate. Coils rolled between stone and dirt. This city was a blink of the eye. A child but without nurturing it would vanish…he’d seen it before.
Eat it all at once and you’d go hungry tomorrow. Men, woman, camels, and all sorts of living beast vanished in the sand but the demand for more was returning and as a few guards swore they saw something in the endless ocean of dry and destitute he knew it was only a matter of time before they all saw.
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