Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 8, 2017 8:30:19 GMT -8
Outside of the walled city of Isra one can post the THICK LINE OF TALL CYPRESS TREESthat obscured the property of Ganymede Galaii from view. It was wide and expansive, once a place where six families had been their homestead, and now a place where it is rumored to host the most wild and intoxicating parties to come this way since the tales of Mount Piraeus.A winding road is the only break between the line of trees, lined with cypress trees as well, until one comes upon the glittering Piraeus-styled villa. The columns and shallow peaks seem to languidly sprawl like a pale-skinned mistress over the Isran hills, red tiles on its top and obsidian and ivory tiles used on the floor. Behind the main building is a visible forest, where it is said that Ganymede and her nymphs and satyrs frolick and play and give in to natural, carnal desires beneath the face of the moon. Rumor has it that there's a fountain in one of the gardens that only bubbles with champagne and wine. It is luxurious, open, and free, much like its mistress.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 8, 2017 11:30:26 GMT -8
It was night time when they arrived, the stars sparkling overhead. A circle formed in the backyard garden of the luxurious villa, seemingly at the center of a small plaza, where graceful statues stood all around. The moon seemed to beat down directly upon Ganymede and Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail as they appeared. When they finally stood whole, Ganymede snapped her fingers and fires instantly went up in the sconces around, roaring for a moment before they cast an orange-gold glow over her, sparkling off her gown. She took a few steps forward, then turned to Gothmog, lifting her hands and pulling at the flowers there. Her dress shimmered off her body to pool at her feet, leaving her naked and lush, the silver light of the moon and the golden light of the fire battles over the shadows that played at her delicate hipbones, her navel, the curves of her breasts, the lines of her collarbones, the blushing rose between her thighs. Yet her eyes were still black, and her hair that curved about her body past her waist just as black as well. The flowers of her gown withered around her feet and scattered behind her as a small breeze picked up, chilling her skin, tracing goosebumps over the olive-toned flesh. "I want you to take me," she told Gothomog, unashamed of her nakedness, "... as hard as you can." There was some ancient power about her, wrapping its silken arms around Gothmog, enticing him closer, to touch her and to try to dominate her. Ancient and mystical. He might even be able to notice that a quiet drum beat had started somewhere, a slow rhythm. For now.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on May 8, 2017 12:31:09 GMT -8
Gothmog's undressing was significantly less...delicate than Ganymede's. It consisted of rather quickly removing his uniform, where a few rips could be heard as he did so. He stood before her in all his magnificence, above average even for his massive size. Gothmog stepped up to her, rippling muscle against silken skin...
<Fade to Green>
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 8, 2017 13:17:14 GMT -8
The morning dawned bright, birds singing in the trees, the fountains babbling as the water ran clear. The sun was warm, even though it only just broke over the horizon, and the breeze that drifted over Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail's naked skin was a welcome one. Especially since he himself was covered in bruises and scratches and bites that spoke of a night full of violence and sex. "Gothmog," came a gentle voice, and when he'd open his eyes he'd find that he was lying asleep on the mosaic tile of that roofless gazebo, two statues destroyed and in ruins and two more having lost their arms. He had been given no pillow or blanket, and was left naked at its center. But, considering he was a badass orc, perhaps he'd have nothing to complain about. Ganymede was standing in a sheer, white robe that she didn't even both to tie at her waist. Her delicious body could be seen beneath, along with the marks that his hands had put on her -- and his mouth. Her eyes were a bright meadow green this morning, her hair an ombre shade that swept from black to white at the tips. "Good morning," she said to him, and handed him the large cup in her hand.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on May 8, 2017 15:23:57 GMT -8
Given that he typically slept propped up against massive shipping crates that definitely had splinters, this was a considerable improvement. That he was naked was also not necessarily unusual, though his first thought was briefly wondering if Ganymede had ruined sex with other women for him. Deciding that such a thing was likely impossible, he hefted himself up, noting with displeasure the last two of his rum jugs lying empty next to him.
"Morning," He said, about as cheerfully as a massive orc with the name 'Bloodsail' could muster, taking the cup as he pulled his pants back on.
"Feeling better today?"
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 8, 2017 19:43:53 GMT -8
"Not particularly," she answered the orc back, her gaze dropping to watch shamelessly as he moved to tug on his pants. His shirt and vest, however... mm. Likely ripped to shreds. Whoops.
"Would you like to join me for a swim before you go?" Ganymede asked, stepping closer to him and lifting her hands to touch him, to settle them on his chest and let them caress feather-light over her skin, her fingertips tracing marks she had made, marks that were already there. She particularly adored their size difference, and especially liked the way his dark skin contrasted against her own.
And she liked that he was hung like a fucking horse.
"It might sting a little, but pain is just weakness leaving the body," the nymph murmured as she let her head tip back and looked up at him.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on May 9, 2017 5:23:15 GMT -8
"I wish I could, but Naoki would have me swimming with the fishes for being late, and I am already overdue on my own timeframe."
Sex was great and all, but nothing in his mind compared to being at sea, and with such an opportunity before him he was eager to get going.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 9, 2017 7:36:32 GMT -8
"Hm," she said, a quiet sound.
Brushed off. She had expected casual, but brushed off? She'd remember it. "I would hate to keep you tied up," Ganymede said as she stepped back from him, her sheer robe drifting around her, taking her touch away. "The door to outside is.. somewhere." She gestured with a hand toward the magnificence of her villa, given they had arrived (and then stayed) in her backyard.
She turned away from him and stepped down the shallow steps that took her away from the circular pavilion where she'd let an orc do things to her that were possibly illegal in other countries, and moved toward the long, shimmering pool that ran down the center of this particular garden. Letting her robe slip off her body, she smoothly dived into the waters, naked as a-- well--nymph, and went for her morning swim.
Gothmog would be left to find his own way out. In these early morning hours, her villa was almost like a ghost town. Not a single servant in sight.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on May 10, 2017 1:52:53 GMT -8
It would take him a bit longer than it should have, but thankfully Gothmog had once traded an eye to a sea witch for an eye patch that showed him the path to his current destination.
That Ganymede felt brushed off was no concern to him, he never slept with women he truly cared about, and brushed off was better than being tossed out unceremoniously from his cabin the morning after.
<Exit>
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 19, 2017 16:23:21 GMT -8
The life of a man who roamed like Krypt was one of harshness, blood and callouses. Mud was often the most luxurious bed one could expect, a bed he often had no choice but to lie upon while he etched his living taking petty jobs that involved one of the only talents he had - violence. When not hired, Krypt's only choice was to continue to travel until he found someone who would, though lately that had been a more than difficult endeavour.
Whether it was fate that brought him to The Galaii Villa that day was difficult to tell, but Krypt found himself enchanted by the richness of the Cyprus trees and the destination that lay at the end of the winding road; that villa of luxury, comfort and beauty. Krypt was not usually taken in by such things, but after so many months on the harsh, open road, he found himself edging closer and closer to it all the while wondering who it could possibly be who lived there.
"Hm."
Krypt wasn't sure what his plans were. He could only hope that the residents were charitable.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 19, 2017 16:43:58 GMT -8
Glowing eyes suddenly appeared in the shade of one of the trees as Kinzokan made his way to the gorgeous villa that waited for him. "Does she know that you're arriving?" came an ethereal voice, and a... a woman that was goat and human and something else stepped out, unabashedly naked. Her fur did not seem to be fur, however, but perhaps... leaves and grasses? "Our Mistress sometimes like surprises. And sometimes, she does not." The beings head tipped to the side. "Are you a surprise she will like, or a surprise that she will not?" All four of her ears tilted toward Kinzokan so she would hear his answer, and suddenly Kinzokan might be hit with the sense that they were not alone.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 19, 2017 16:53:28 GMT -8
Krypt's eyes ran over the naked form of the female creature, though his brief examination was made from a feeling of curiosity rather than lust. He had never before seen a creature with such features, but at least she had approached him in conversation instead of aggression.
"I'm not aware of your mistress, but if I would rather be a pleasant surprise than a nasty one," he replied cautiously, a feeling like he was being watched slowly creeping up his spine. "I'm not even sure where this is."
After a moment, he decided it would be best to introduce himself for the sake of continued politeness. "My name is Krypt, may I ask for your own?"
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 19, 2017 16:56:27 GMT -8
"Yes, you may ask," the satyr said, her head tipping the other way as she stepped closer, her hooves cloven. The smell of the earth was about her, a subtle perfume. She circled him once, and even leaned in to smell him. Then she gestured down the lane.
"Once you begin a path, you must finish it. Go to the villa, or go into the woods." She gestured toward where he could see that a light wooded area seemed to buffer either sides of the line, the tall cypress trees like something of a 'wall.'
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 19, 2017 17:02:31 GMT -8
The place was beginning to feel strange to Krypt, as though he was being drawn into something beyond him and above him. He had only his muscles to rely on, but what good would they do if this was some sort of trap? He had heard tales of men being lured into a place only to be killed and eaten, yet Krypt found himself unable to just turn and walk away. Some large part of him wanted to find out what was at the end of the path.
"Where do you think I should go?" He asked the satyr, glancing at her.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 19, 2017 17:04:50 GMT -8
Her head tipped to the other side, and the sound of wood scraping against wood seemed to accompany it, along with another burst of earthy perfume on the air as she looked at him with those strangely glowing eyes. "Is your mind so weak that you cannot make a decision?"
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 19, 2017 17:15:58 GMT -8
"People who make uninformed decisions tend to be fools, but I understand your meaning," Krypt replied as he stepped away from the female creature and moved on down along the path towards the villa. He was anxious to meet and introduce himself to the owner of the house, while at the same time rather tired of woods and trees and wilderness. Such things were the norm for him, so why shouldn't he chase luxury for once?
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 19, 2017 21:47:48 GMT -8
The satyr was no where to be seen after he stepped away and began to make the walk toward the picturesque villa at the end of the winding lane. In fact, he was alone, but never truly alone... always seemed to be watched. When he stepped up toward the villa, everything was quiet save for the quiet whisper of a fountain nearby and the sing of birds in the trees.
All was quiet. All was still.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 20, 2017 2:18:24 GMT -8
He felt unease about the sudden stillness of his situation and considered turning back and leaving, but the satyr's words of finishing a started path made him feel that to do so would not be looked upon kindly by the they who were watching him from the trees. Perhaps he could fight through them if need be, but he had no idea how many there were. He looked down and checked to make sure his sword was still there, then carried on towards the fountain.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 21, 2017 13:34:54 GMT -8
The fountain was wide and large, more the size of a pond than a fountain, actually. There was a statue at its very center of a dancing woman among long seaweeds, fish and frogs decorating it. Water poured from the fish mouths into the fountain, disturbing the waters near its center, but the ripples finished long before they got the actual edge of the fountain. The fountain was also covered in lilypads, and the water that was between was dark, as if the fountain was much, much deeper than it had any right to be. As he moved toward the fountain and looked at it however... one of the lilypads rose and beneath it was a beautiful woman... beautiful, but something wasn't quite... right. Something... something...
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on May 21, 2017 14:47:45 GMT -8
It was an impressive fountain, but Krypt did not look too much into the detail of it until it was almost too late. He was thirsty and cared more about quenching it than knowing to look at what lay beneath the water, though he did notice the water's darkness. Even so, it was not until the woman rose that he imagined anything might actually be in it! Taken aback, Krypt stopped himself from cupping his hands and taking a drink and instead lowered them to his side with his fingers ready to quickly turn into fists if need be.
"This place is full of surprises, isn't it? Who are you?"
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