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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 12:21:49 GMT -8
On the western side of the City of Sakand, some miles away but within distance of the high walls and glowing lights of the mystical city is a camp of hundreds of workers -- most of those majes with their djinn for the Emira Fairuz' new project. A deep hole had been bored into the ground to tap into the magical spring of Sakand, and they made a small lake, expanding it wider, and wider. Then, they began to extend that lake into the Sorala Desert, moving sand by the thousands of pounds, forming river beds. They were terraforming, creating a river and surrounding green areas with palms and shrubbery, that would wind into the heart of the Sorala from the mystical city of Sakand itself...and possibly into the Tribelands where the Bedouins made their haven. The camp is full of guards, workers, majes, and others to help with the terraforming efforts.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 20:57:36 GMT -8
Servants collected Sir Cairex Forgepyre and @safiya in the morning, and after they were given a hearty breakfast and Safiya was taken to the armory to choose their weapons, they were deposited by flying carpet to this camp within clear sight of the Sakandi walls. Another servant was waiting with two desert horses, packed with provisions and ready to go. The servant there listed out all that they had with them, enchanted into the saddlebags that could hold it all without weighting the horses down too much. He reiterated the instructions, and gave them both a copy of the map they had that lead to the last known location of the Temple of the Moon. No comment was made about the massive work that went on beside him, where naked chested workers dug and dug in the sand, along with the help of some magic, majes constantly refilling the water up to certain heights while still more practiced on bringing palms and shrubs upon the banks nearby.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 21:27:34 GMT -8
Safiya had slept fitfully. Being back in Sakand was perhaps a mistake -- actually, it felt like a big mistake. But she'd gotten up with the morning sun and was ready to go by the time the servant had come to get her. Her dark hair was pulled into a thick braid, and she wore the clothes of the Bedouin tribes out in the desert for two reasons:
a.) they worked better out in the stand, where the sting of the small rocks against your skin could cause rashes and infection, and b.) she was less likely to get killed by other tribes they came across out there.
She armored up at the armory, and even took on a few potions and things which were put onto a belt just beneath the layer of scarves and cloak she wore. The flying carpet was nothing to her, so she barely blinked, but when she saw the massive work and undertaking that Fairuz was having the Sakand people do in order to bring some river back to the desert...
She had to stop and walk forward, watching the hundreds of bodies toil away beneath the great golden sun.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
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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.
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on May 11, 2017 2:19:01 GMT -8
Cairex slept better than he had since leaving Alban, though he had opted to curl up in his wolf form on the cool stone of the floor, rather than the bed. The crate with his personal effects had arrived in the night, and by the time the servant arrived to wake him up he had dawned his gear.
Cairex seemed to be unconcerned by the fact that his armor was a tad unsuited for the desert. Better safe and a bit warm than dead, and it was designed with air flow in mind so he did not overheat in his wolf forms, and since his human form wasn't covered in a thick layer of fur....it evened out. Or so he thought.
Cairex hated riding horses though, he wanted to be the one to run. In fact, he had only learned how to do it in Alban. So it was with some difficulty that he mounted the horse, loaded with a hefty amount of provisions. He only planned to ride it until they were out of sight of the City anyway.
"Good morning Safi!" He said cheerfully
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 20:03:25 GMT -8
She looked up and away from the working bodies, turning to look at Cairex who seemed bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Good morning," she said to him, far more somber as she walked up the gentle slope of the sand dune they had been deposited on. By the time she came up to him, she turned and shielded her eyes from the sun, looking out over the monumental task Fairuz has set for the people of Sakand. "Can you believe this?"
She shook her head, then reached back and brought her bedouin hood up over her head and turned toward the horses. "We had better start moving now," she told Cairex. "This is as cool as its going to get until night falls, and out in the desert, the night is freezing."
She smoothly mounted her horse and took the reins in a practiced hand.
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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 12, 2017 5:26:22 GMT -8
"It is amazing the things people set out to do. She is doing what must be done for the city, though I think it's a bit self-serving to name the damn thing after yourself."
Cairex chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. "I would rather die in the heat then the cold anyway. Lead the way, I know not where we are going."
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 9:23:28 GMT -8
Safi laughed a little at Cairex's joke given at Fairuz's expense. "Agreed."
Mounted, she nodded at Cairex, then kicked her horse into riding. Sand flew up around its hooves as she made for the Open Desert, her heart heavy in her chest for what might be waiting there.
[Exit to Open Desert]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 10:51:25 GMT -8
Hatim, mounted upon his desert rhino with a spear in hand crested over a nearby dune, looking down upon the newly forming river being terraformed by the workers from Sakand below. He approached the terraforming project at its farthest point from Sakand itself.
He wore armor along with the usual flowing robes of his people, the combination striking a perfect balance between practicality out on the immense expanse of sand that was the Sorala desert, and protection in combat. A metal mask in the shape of a face covered his own features. At his belt was also a scimitar. He would look carefully down at the camp, mainly looking to see how much protection they had.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2017 7:53:15 GMT -8
The camp was in full swing. The workers had gotten up before the sun had been too high in the sky, to get their most productive work done while the temperatures were still low. They used majic to move the sand, but there was much to move.
A mile or more wide, they were following the divined bedrock of a river that had once snaked through the Sorala many eons ago, a river that put all other rivers to shame, a river that was said to be the very essence of life where jungles and land had grown rich and fertile around it. Myths and legends state that the river was big enough for naval fleets to have battles, and Fairuz expected nothing less.
There were scouts guarding, with their eyes peeled for the dunes around them. The Sakandi people were not idiots -- they knew well the stories of the bandits and bedouin tribes and monsters that lurked in the Sorala. They were not elite warriors, however. Although prepared and trained, one couldn't put them in the status that paid mercenaries could attend.
The Hummingbird Guard of the city of Sakand were such warriors, of course, but their numbers could not be too populous along the camps on both sides of the river, given they were still greatly needed to protect the city itself. Sakand was not too far from the camp -- about three miles out by now.
Hatim was spotted. How could he not? He was a dark blur against the pale gold background of the desert stands, standing atop a dune with the cerulean sky at his back. He was pointed at, and acknowledged. The workers kept working, however, and the guards began to loosely assemble themselves. Hatim had not yet made any threatening advances, other than to stand.
But the only people that came from the desert were people out for blood.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2017 9:28:25 GMT -8
Apparently, Hatim liked what he saw down below in the camp, as he spurred on his rhino. The huge beast would come rumbling down the hill then, running towards the assembled group of guards, its horn ready to gorge whoever stood in its way, its legs ready to trample the guards underneath it.
Hatim would point his spear forwards to also stab one of the guards through the chest with it once he closed the distance. Despite being outnumbered he showed no fear, charging headlong into battle with the guards assembled before him. Any moment now the two forces would clash.
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