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 Aug 5, 2017 10:37:28 GMT -8
And that was it, of course. The true crux of the matter here. Of course, Alim knew something of this before Fairuz mentioned it. Hafiz al-Shiraaz had spoken with the Emira and his reports had been quite thorough. But there was a difference between a report and direct knowledge. For all its beauty and wonders, Sakand was a fading place. But what it needed, the Infinite Deep had in abundance. Of course, it was hardly a matter of carrying water across the border in buckets, but the Emir was uniquely positioned to provide exactly the thing Sakand needed most. Just as Sakand was positioned to grant him exactly his own greatest desires. “I can see how this would be no small undertaking. But I believe we can help one another…” He leaned down slightly to inspect the map more closely. “I believe our maji can be significant help to you in this. Just as I believe yours can help to grow our own knowledge and ability in the Infinite Deep. The joined majics or your people and mine surely could do that, and more...” Alim drew himself up to his full height again, stepping closer to @fairuz . It was obvious that he wasn’t oblivious to her charms, both physical and otherwise. “Together, we can accomplish so many things. As one people again, we would be the envy of all the world. We could create such wonders… our art and culture and knowledge would humble the proud and the mighty. I am a man of ambition, and I only rise as my people rise. I see the same in you.” He stepped closer again, almost leaning against her, looking down into her eyes. “You see my desires, and you share them, do you not? To join the people of Sakand and Infinite Deep in bonds of kinship and more. To raise up your people and yourself. You yearn for this, as I do.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 10:23:38 GMT -8
She watched him, and it seemed almost as if she might have exchanged her gaze for Bahadur's. Her study of him was almost predatorial as he looked at the map, made his remarks. It was on the top of her tongue to begin debating with him, sharpening her view on what needed to be done, what needed to be endured, but that wasn't the reason she'd brought him here, away from everyone else, closer to her. The reason she had was a reason that Emir Alim al-Rashid picked up on as he turned and moved closer to her, closer still, towering over her -- the most powerful Maridi on the infinite depths, but with a voice as smooth and deep as the dark waters he came from. She did not back away from him, would never back away from him. "Careful, Your Highness," she said and reached up to touch him -- not on his arm, not on his hand, but on his chest, a crimson nail scraping against the dark midnight blue of his skin while her Jade eyes captivated the burning intensity of his own. "It almost sounds as if you are leading me to a marriage proposal."
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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 Aug 6, 2017 11:48:06 GMT -8
The suggestion drew a cold chuckle from Alim. His skin was surprisingly warm, considering the maridi association with ocean depths, and despite the blue color felt quite human under her touch. “Very well, let us be blunt about it, then, Your Majesty.”
He held her gaze, or perhaps fell into it, as he considered for a moment how best to proceed. She was exceedingly beautiful, clever, and ambitious. He would have to be careful with @fairuz , or might lose all to her. And worse, he might do it willingly. “In truth, it has been a consideration since I first heard of you. No small part of my reason for coming here was to see if it was possible, and prudent. To see with my own eyes and consider the possibility.”
He paused again, letting the words hand in the air between them. “But now that the matter is before is, there is no reason not to discuss it openly. To me, it appears that we both only gain from such a union. Our people gain. So tell me, your majesty… would you be willing to discuss such a marriage?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 13:56:35 GMT -8
Her thick lashes lowered, hiding her sharp Jade eyes as she watched how her hand caressed over his chest, raising the other to join. As he spoke, her palms parted the shirt he wore, drawing it over his shoulders and down his arms, revealing inch after inch of the dark skin that covered his powerful torso.
"Mmhm," she said briefly when he paused, no doubt for effect in the middle of his words, and her hands dropped to the sash around his waist, loosening it.
She was bold, perhaps too bold, and she was unapologetic. Every time she touched him, it was a brush of warm fire against his skin, meant to tingle his nerves to awareness with her. The sash loosened and she drew it away in her hands, idly wrapping it around one palm.
He asked his final question, and she paused for a moment... And when the Emira looked up at him next, it was with a gaze that was burned with lust and desire, contagious in the way her gaze demanded passion and urgency.
"Yes." Fairuz said simply, hotly.
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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 Aug 6, 2017 19:55:58 GMT -8
The marid were a people of the sea, and like the ocean deeps from which they sprang, they were often cold, still and deep. But like the sea, sometimes the storm came. And @fairuz had summoned the hurricane.
Alim surged forward across the room, sweeping up the Emira in his arms along the way and knocking aside the chairs and small tables that stood in the path. He lifted her from the floor and slammed her back into the nearest pillar, pressing his lips hard against her. The kiss was hungry and demanding, perhaps even overwhelming. Powerful hands grabbed at the Emira’s dress, tearing the fabric as he whipped it away.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 21:32:45 GMT -8
He was going to drown her, and it momentarily made her panic as he swept her up as if she were no lighter than a sea shell and descended upon her like a hurricane upon the land.
His passion roared over her, made her feel as if she was crawling to breathe, made her blood rush in her veins and her entire body tingle as he kissed her -- hard, claiming her mouth, trying to brand her.
She refused.
Her mouth ripped from his when he slammed her against one of the beautiful pillars of her palace, and she cried out, her hands sweeping into his hair, his sash still wrapped around one hand.
He ripped her gown and the beads and jewels chimed as he did so, made her full, lush breasts bounced with the harsh jerk of the expensive material. She hissed from behind her teeth, her Jade eyes dark with need as she clenched her hands in his hair and pulled -- hard.
He was standing between her thick thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist. There was a noticeable difference in their sizes, but she wasn't intimidated. She was thrilled.
"Take me to my bedroom," she panted against his mouth, her lips open and brushing against his, the tip of her tongue tracing his teeth. She could taste the ocean on his tongue, his breath the sea breeze while she was the head spice of the earth, the warmth of the sun.
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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 Aug 6, 2017 23:27:10 GMT -8
It was a struggle, even though they both wanted the same thing. But they also both wanted to be in control of it. But in truth, when two forces of nature collide, no one is in control. In the face of such naked elemental power, all anyone can do is hold on. The pair was locked together in a fierce embrace, growling and smashing their way through the office and bedroom, heedless of what they destroyed in the process.
@fairuz yanked on Alim’s hair, his nails raked down her back, letting the twisting and pulling of her body guide his blind staggering until they fell together onto the bed. A trail of shredded clothes and debris left in their wake was only the barest hint of the wild passions that consumed them afterwards. The crack of lightning split the skies above Sakand, dark clouds rolled in from the sea, and almost without warning, a heavy rain fell on the sands of Sakand.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2017 8:10:39 GMT -8
Every moan created a roll of thunder, every sharp cry a strike of lightning. Hot, gasping, groaning, wanting, bodies twisted together, seeking together in an urgent, primal need to dominate and to feel.
By the end, her hair was a rich, glossy sable Cascade over the turquoise of her sheets, her body decorated in the feminine gold jewelry she wore and the bruises of his powerful hands and demanding mouth on her. The Emira stretched that beautiful body as rain continued to pour on her veranda and her city, so much as a luxurious, golden skinned cat beside his large and imposing frame.
His hand, easily dwarfing one of her own slid down over her curves, tracing the sensuous lines of her on display. She almost purred, but with a little smile off her lips and something teasing in those Jade eyes of hers, she moved from the bed, unashamedly naked.
He was left to lounging back against the headboard, a bed that was luxurious for her seemingly of average size for him. Fairuz lifted her hands and ran them through her hair, the tips of her tresses teasing and tickling at the curve of her plump derriere. She knew what she looked like, she knew how to move to stir someone's desire... And she knew he was watching.
She pulled on a sheer golden robe with loooong flowing sleeves and a long train behind it, not even bothering to cinch it closed. Her skin was visible beneath the design of a leopard in the tall grasses, and her body was almost reminiscent of one as she moved to a chest of jewelry and opened it, picking through.
When she had what she wanted, she moved back to him, kneeling on the bed in that sensual robe, her own jewelry still on. She leaned over him on all fours to kiss him slow... To take her time... To drug him with the taste of her as she memorized the shape of his warmth mouth, the sharpness of his teeth. Her lips slowly parted from his and she kissed his chest once as well, before sitting up beside him, holding up her hand, and letting the amulet she had gotten fall the length of it's chain.
"For you," she said simply to him. "For a job well done," the Emira teased the Emir.
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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 Aug 7, 2017 19:15:38 GMT -8
Alim shamelessly watched her slip out of the bed, drinking in the sight of Fairuz’s naked body. She was astoundingly beautiful, even moreso now, somehow. Beautiful, and dangerous. She moved like a tiger, and just like the mythical beast she kept as a companion, he had the sense that if he wasn’t careful, she would tear him apart. It was a prospect he found more than a little exciting.
He sat up in the bed, stretching out sore and bruised muscles, and wincing when the movement pulled at the wounds she had left on his back and neck. The marid looked at the offered charm and chuckled coldly. Of course, she would find a way to be charmingly sweet and also take the dominant position in a stroke. He would have been disappointed in anything less.
“Come, now, Highness… you and I both know I earned at least that, three rings, and a fine suit of clothes last night.” He leaned over to kiss her just below the ear as he took the necklace and slipped it over his head.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2017 7:39:05 GMT -8
She smiled at the kiss he placed on her skin, the quiet rumble on his voice putting the thunder overhead to shame.
Even with the storm that they created, the rain was humid and warm, a mixture of Sakandi and Maridi weather.
"The ring, you are supposed to give ME, and the clothes would be wasted as they would only be thrown to my floor," Fairuz murmured in a sensual and smoky tone. She dangled the pendant and made it sway until he took it.
"It is a talisman, so you may contact me when you return to the Infinite Deep," Fairuz continued, her voice a little gentler, her hand tracing with a single fingertip over the lines of his muscles on his torso, the rest of her palm hovering just a mere breath from his skin. The movement was meant to make his flesh tingle, to make his nerves awaken and become aware -- of her. Her gaze was following her hand rather than watching his face, long lashes lowered so he couldn't see her Jade eyes.
"We missed the welcoming feast I had prepared for you," she said, changing the subject. "I made it grand and spectacular, although I'm sure your people and mine both enjoyed it in our absence." She lifted her hand and looked at him. "Shall we begin negotiating the contract?"
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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 Aug 13, 2017 12:19:24 GMT -8
“There will be other feasts…” Alim wrapped an arm around @fairuz , lightly tracing his fingers up and down her spine. She was a distraction, be he found he didn’t actually mind so much. Life was full of distractions, and most were much worse than this one.
“The obvious place to begin is that we both remain sovereign, retaining our own ranks, titles, and so on. Something tells me the suggestion of bringing Sakand into the holdings of the Infinite Deeps would cost me dearly, even in jest.” A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he said that. In truth, if he had thought she was the sort that would allow him to make such a claim, he would have been far less interested in her as a woman.
He looked down at her again, gently pulling the Emira against him as he continued speaking. “A strong alliance, however it needs to be called, will be written in. Peace, trade, mutual defense. Establishment of ambassadors. Exchange of scholars and artists.How much of this wine do you produce?” He waved a large blue hand vaguely in the direction of the nearly-forgotten bottle.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 19:36:32 GMT -8
His suggestion of sharing power, and the consequences he might have even to say it in jest, had his naked Sakandi mistress (save for that sheer, sheer open robe and the delicate jewelry that rolled across her stomach) arching a dark brown, then smiling a little at him.
"Wise, you are. Perhaps I should gift YOU with Akilah the Clever," Fairuz murmured to him. Her fingertips traced designs on his dark cerulean skin, and she leaned over him to press a kiss to his chest, her mouth warm... Biting him a little.
"Mm," she said, a small sound as he gathered her up to his side. She lifted her head, her dark hair mussed and touseled by the night they had spent. "I could make more... If I had more land... Perhaps provided by the return of a river..." Fairuz teased him, shifting to straddle him. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder and lush, soft parts of her wiggled as she did. Her caramel skin was dusted with the gold of her sheer robe, a gauzy glittery Cascade that drew attention to the top of her breasts.
"What do the Maridi need?" She asked him, her Jade eyes watching her hands as she stroked them sloooowly up his body, leaning closer to him. "What do the Maridi want?"
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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 Aug 13, 2017 20:45:03 GMT -8
He slid his own hands up her sides, then down her back as she straddled his hips. “No chance there are a few hundred more of you floating around Sakand?” Alim combed his fingers slowly through her dark hair, gazing up at the Emira. A short while while ago, he might have thought himself sated, but with the beautiful Sakando woman climbing on top him, it was obvious that the marid was anything but spent.
“The waters are abundant in the Infinite Deeps. We have plenty of what the sea provides. But that which does not come from the sea… and even what the surface world yields more easily… that is what we want. Your exotic food and art, of course, but your materials here…” He rolled his hips slightly, as his passion grew, settling Fairuz into a position where her weight rested more pleasantly. His naked body moving slowly beneath hers, teasing at her as he spoke.
“Your metals and are unlike ours. Alloys that we do not have, and perhaps cannot manufacture. And this… this… It is made from plants, is it not?” Alim released her with one hand to reach up and knock against the wooden bedframe. “I like it. I can think of many uses for this material. As your people already have, by the look of things.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 21:37:36 GMT -8
A smile flashed across her features, beautiful and broad as his hands, a claw on each finger dug into her hair and his burning gaze looked into her own Jade one. She would be entirely lying if she said she wasn't turned on by Alim's demonic appearance, his features almost seemingly forbidden. "There will never be a hundred women like me, now or in a thousand years," Fairuz said confidently.
She pushed her hands against his chest to sit up, repositioning her knees to either side of his hips, arching her body and -- "Mmm," she made the single syllable, pleased at the delicious, slow grind of their bodies against each other as she rocked her hips in a slow, luxurious sway. One of the sleeves of her robe fell over her naked shoulder, beautiful in the golden sunlight that outlined her.
Fairuz's head tipped to the side to call attention to that elegant naked line where her shoulder met her throat, a bite mark from him already there and bruised around the divets in her skin. "I have two parties in the dunes looking for more gold mines," she told him, her voice a little more breathless as she continued to rock, continued to please herself against him.
"But wood... Wood requires land and water for trees, but it's not ocean water I need, Your Highness," Fairuz continued, and her eyes closed and her head tipped back as she concentrated for a moment on the tingles coiling between her sleek caramel thighs. Her hands lifted, gathering all of her thick, dark hair in her hands and piling it on top of her head, her ripe, full breasts jutting out proudly while the thin gold chain around her svelte stomach glittered as her hips continued to work against him.
"I need water as sweet and fresh as that found in Sakand," she said, and caught her breath for a moment when something felt REALLY good.
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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.
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Post by Emir Alim al-Rashid on Aug 16, 2017 22:44:00 GMT -8
Alim leaned back, watching the beautiful woman straddling him for a long moment without responding. He what Fairuz wanted, and he knew very well that she would do almost anything to get it. But he also knew that if he bargained too hard, he would pay for it later, one way or another. She was a clever one, and unless he had badly misjudged her, perfectly willing to repay those that made themselves obstacles to her goals with exquisite cruelty.
It was exactly that quality that drew him to her. That, the ravishing beauty, of course. And that was before she had been naked and riding him, even. The maridi slid his hands up her thighs and gripped her hips, entirely done with the teasing and toying portion of the evening. He growled softly and pulled her down, thrusting his own hips upwards, his harp nails digging into the soft flesh as the stormy passion began to overtake him yet again.
“We are the Marid, Lords of Sea and Storm. All the waters of Creation bend to our will. We wield the power to beat down mountains, to raise up the Heavens, and to snuff out the fires of Hell. We will make your river flow, Zahra, and you will weep for joy at the sight of it. For those waters, too, are at my command.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2017 7:26:47 GMT -8
When she summoned Bahram to her office, the Emira was not in a good mood. She was draped in jade and gold, flashes of her naked skin visible at her back and her stomach, a thigh that emerged whenever she took a step forward. Slender jewelry draped along her toned stomach, wrapped around that naked thigh, hung from her ears and adorned her wealth of black-as-midnight hair. Her jade eyes were sharp on the magical, moving map down below her irritated footsteps. When the man was escorted into her quarters, she waved a hand to dismiss the guards that usually stood in her office. Emir Alim al-Rashid was no longer in her bedroom, and the doors to the bedroom were snapped shut as well. "You took your time," the Emira said to Bahram, thick lashes lifting so her gorgeous face could look in his direction, taking in the loose, casual set of his body. She wondered, vaguely, if he'd found a maridi temptress to marry. She hoped not. She had plans for her soon-to-be general of the sakandi military.
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Allahab Alddayim
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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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Post by Allahab Alddayim on Aug 31, 2017 8:37:29 GMT -8
Being escorted directly to the Emira's office was an unexpected honour and courtesy. Allahab's previous dealings with the old Emirs and Emiras, indeed with nobility in general, had taught him to expect a certain amount of waiting time. Sometimes it was hours occasionally it was days, all to show just how important they thought their time was.
It was refreshing to have an Emira who did not needlessly waste time when a man came with an Emirs ransom in tribute.
Once he was in the office his gaze would immediately look for the Emira. He knew roughly what she looked like from hearsay and presumably, she'd be sitting in a place of prominence and importance. Assuming he saw the Emira he would immediately drop to his knees and bow his head to the floor hands folded just in front of his head. Last he checked this was the appropriate sign of supplication and obeisance to one's rightful Lady.
If he didn't see the Emira then he would look about the room with his eyes while staying still. He would not presume to touch the Emira's possessions without leave, the same with sitting.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 7:23:41 GMT -8
She was not sitting upon a resplendent chair, nor was she at her desk. She was instead standing near the rim of her large, circular, sunken map of Sakand (think Game of Thrones opening sequence for how it looks), or rather of the Sorala around it. It was almost as if she had a bird's eye view, and her usually Jade eyes were gleaming gold -- akin to the light catching a cat's eyes in the darkness.
Bahadur, her gorgeous tiger was lounging on his own seat, tail idly flicking, and when Allahab was gestured into the office, the magnificent beast slipped off the couch. His great shoulders beneath the velvet of his striped fur rocked back and forth as he decreased the distance, coming toward the "man" that stood in her office.
The Emira's back was absolutely naked to him but for where henna markings trailed up her spine. Her midnight hair was piled atop her head with hair pins and combes and the gown she wore was as pale green as her eyes. It gathered at her throat and simply fell, down her chest, loose and flowing yet dipped low over her spine. A slit for both thighs revealed she wore slender gold jewelry around their thickness, that hinted and teased at the eyes.
When he entered, she twisted to look over her shoulder at him bowing on the floor, the majic still aglow in her gaze. "An Ifrit they say," she said to him. "First, Sakand is blessed with water of our Maridi cousins. Then, a fire spirit comes to my door bearing gifts befitting a king. Where have you been, I wonder? Where have you kept such bounty?" It was hard to tell if she was offended or accusing him or pleased or anything else.
If he had been expecting a ruler lying on a Throne eating peeled grapes and being fanned, Allahab was sorely mistaken.
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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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Post by Allahab Alddayim on Sept 3, 2017 10:09:01 GMT -8
The Emira was easy to spot even though she was not sitting on a throne eating grapes and being fanned. The woman before the magical map matched the descriptions he'd been given and the large tiger matched what he knew of her pet. The Ifrit were not without knowledge of the city they still called home even if most had not been within it for years.
So he does indeed go to his knees and bow to his Emira. Perhaps this could be seen as toadying or needless obsequiousness given that there was a tone of informality about the meeting. However, Allahab was old. He was old, magically powerful, and perhaps even wise. Wise enough to know that even though some beings similar to himself might grow arrogant and disdainful of powers like the Emira, he knew that one should always respect those who held temporal power.
Tribute, bowing, and paying what is to his mind the proper respects was a simple way to show to the Emira that he respected her position. However, that she jumps straight into the questions without proper introductions tell him that he should dispense with some formality. Staying on his knees but straightening his spine to look at the Emira he barely notices the tiger. A man may have been concerned by such a beast being so close but he was no man and should the tiger bite him the cat would likely find the Ifrit too spicy for his tastes.
"It was the blessings of our Maridi cousins that brings me here. Such celebration is enough to draw even the attention of the Ifrit Emira." He says in a neutral but polite and respectful tone. If she wanted to give nothing away as of yet then neither would he. "As for where we have been, we have been scattered to the four winds. As for where we kept such bounty. When one is given eternity often times wealth can simply be acquired by leaving an old painting in a desert cave for a few centuries." Answers that answer nothing a speciality of courtiers in any country.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 14:24:07 GMT -8
A smile curled on her lips. "I see," she said and turned back to gaze at her map. "You come to Sakand at an interesting time. It would seem the desert tribes have grown restless. Sakand is perhaps on her way back to the glory it deserves, but there are some that would rather keep it broken and weak."
She reached out into the air and slid her hand in a flat, circular motion. As she did so, the map changed and broadened, showing the Sorala Desert with its shifting sands and secrets. "On your way into the city, I am sure you noticed my efforts outside. What is your opinion on my undertaking?" the Emira asked, her nigh-naked back to the Ifrit and speaking to him more like old friend than with any stiff formality.
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