The Tamorjin Tribe
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Roleplay posts: 26
Allegiances: The Tamorjin Tribe
Registered: Sept 17, 2018 9:45:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Nov 28, 2018 14:16:31 GMT -8
Dzhambul Erected upon the victories of the previous khan, Dzhambul stands a stalwart fortress within the gilded steppes. It took years to build using enslaved hands, giving those who betrayed the Tamorjin no reprieve. Though the Tamorjin are largely a nomadic people, the city serves as a rallying point and a place of council. Most of the buildings in the city are temporary, collapsable dwellings made of wood and felt for insulation. At its center lies the palace built with brick, stone, and wood. Currently, a wall is being built to protect the city as the tribe grows and becomes a larger target to outsiders. |
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Tayang
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Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall, lithe, and athletic, Tayang shows traces of his father's heritage while striking a closer resemblance to his mother. Much like other Women of the Field, his skin has a golden tint to it, darkening considerably during the summer.
He has very feminine facial features, though his build is quite masculine. He's nowhere near as muscular as his father, but he is not lacking.
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Clothes and Equipment: Tayang never was fond of the overly colorful clothing and superfluous amounts of jewelry that his sister is so fond of. He keeps a rather conservative appearance, wearing dark sets of clothing that keep him mobile, but warm.
He is often seen with a recurve bow and a quiver filled with arrows. Tayang also carries a saber befitting of the crown prince, studded with jewels and crafted by skilled artisans.
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Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 24, 2018 21:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Tayang on Dec 22, 2018 21:33:27 GMT -8
Several days and nights had passed since the news of Tayang's successful raid had reached the hillside city. Several more days passed until the young conqueror was seen galloping through the gilded plains, holding the Tamorjin flag in the air, leading the warriors who dragged a carriage filled with their well-earned spoils. A deep, resounding billow sounded throughout the city, letting every Man of the Mountain, every Woman of the Field, and anyone else who served righteously beneath Kuchar Khan, that the crown prince had returned.
As the wall wasn't yet finished, the young man slowed his horse to a canter and passed a collection of emaciated slaves, earning venom-fueled glares that he pretended to miss. The party found their way into the city, greeted by hoards of adoring people, smiling as he pretended to bask in their praise. They made their way through the crowd and made way to the palace, but took a detour just before getting there, to the barracks.
At the gates, he demanded one particular person who he sought council with. His name was well known to all of the palace guards:
Iskender
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Chinua
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Roleplay posts: 29 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Dec 22, 2018 22:44:20 GMT -8
Chinua grimaced as the booming sound jostled her awake. The cacophony of sounds- the bellow, the creaking of the carriage, the moaning and whimpering of the other women and children around her- they all bounced around her battered skull, forcing her awake. With a deep groan her head lolled to the side, and her face twitched slightly as she started to force her eyes open only to shut them quickly as a wave of nausea hit her. Everything was still just a blur of color and sounds after-
She paused and stiffened as the realization finally struck her. She was alive. Battered and bruised but-alive. And judging by the sounds and the heaving of the floor below her-which she was almost positive wasn't a side effect of her head injury as well- inside some sort of carriage. But why was she alive? The murderer should have just slit her throat when she fell. Why hadn't he?
For some reason that made her more on edge. That meant he wanted something from her. Or with her. The thought only made her more nauseous as she slowly inched her eyes open again, her vision slightly better now as she scanned around the room looking at the familiar faces around her all wracked with fear. She pursed her lips as her heart sunk further. She hadn't been able to protect them. Or anyone. She was a failure to her people and her family. She had never been one to give in to emotions readily but she could feel them building in her throat with the bile already there.
"I'm sorry." Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper full of emotion, barely heard over the clattering of the carriage. The two words slipped out before she could stop them, but it had to be said. Something had to be said.
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Iskender
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Roleplay posts: 1 
Physical Description: Iskender stands tall, though he is no Man or the Mountain, he is still imposing in his own way. His frame is strong, complimenting his rich ochre skin tone, comparable to the sands of The Rimy Desert during midday. Though he has many scars adorning his body, a good number of them originating from dark rituals, the only visible one is right across one of his hazel eyes. He seems to keep his dark beard trimmed neatly and his hair tied into a slim ponytail, the only thing about his appearance that might stand out would be the small ruby embedded in the middle of his brow. Those with magical inclinations would be able to tell something terrible lurks beneath the surface of this man is examined just long enough.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothing is not nearly as extravagant as his arms and armor. He can usually be found wearing a simple tunic, a well worn pair of boots, and a turban with many runic inscriptions. His breastplate is finely crafted with its craftsmanship traced back to several different tribes to the keen observer. Though, no honest smith in Toragana would recall working on such a project, they would agree that there are some similarities to their own style.
While Iskender’s armor can be appreciated for its subtleties in different styles and practicality in both mobility and protection, his great blade is anything but subtle. To not draw anymore attention than it already does, Iskender keeps it wrapped up at all times, save for the most dire of needs. The black blade is known as Sca'zhruc Gore-Drinker and is a grotesque and unnatural weapon. The metal used to make it is of unknown origin and is lined with many sharp teeth used to rend foes, all around it are runic inscriptions written in blood, it hurts the gaze of those who look upon it, churns their stomachs and attacks the senses. Such markings are not of this world and the mortal mind does what it can to reject them.
Allegiances: Tamorjin, (Placeholder for Patron)
Registered: Dec 10, 2018 20:12:37 GMT -8
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Post by Iskender on Dec 25, 2018 0:22:38 GMT -8
Dzhambul Has been an increasingly busy place as of late. The continuous influx of warriors, traders, slaves, and simple travelers was more than the settlement had been used to. But, the Khan saw fit to erect the wall and when he demanded something, Toragana was sure to supply in spades. In the middle of all of this, Iskender was often seen being a jack of all trades. One day he would be seen laboring to help progress the defenses of Dzhambul, the next he would be settling disputes between traders, then the next he would be inacting policy among the cities guardsmen to adapt to the growing city and heading off all the problems that come with such an explosion in activity.
It was very rare that Iskender bothered to get involved with the people of his land, let alone become public enough to be a recognizable figure. But, every few generations he does miss being among civilization and will immerse himself with a group of people, even if he had very little in common with these mountain men. As a foreigner, Iskender was met with many challenges when he offered his services to the Khan and sought to move up through the ranks to gain more authority and autonomy, but he’s done more than proved himself over the years through a combination of statesmanship, diplomacy, and martial prowess if it ever came to that.
Today was a special day for Iskender in particular. It was rare for the immortal to form any personal attachments to particular people, but he couldn’t help but take a liking to the Khan’s son, Tayang. Very quickly it became apparent that Tayang would grow up to be a different person than his father and Iskender made sure he could nurture those traits as often as he could. In him, the immortal saw the potential for a ruler the likes this land hasn’t seen in ages. He knew that he’s been wrong about these things before, but as the modern saying goes ‘You miss all of the volleys you never risk.’ Tayang was returning from his first raid he has led on his own and when summoned, Iskender answers punctually; his arms outstretched and Sca'zhruc under wraps, strapped to his back. “The Little Conquerer returns! Tell me, how did you fare with the men under your command?” The immortal teases with the nickname and seems genuinely thrilled to see the crown prince once again.
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Tayang
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall, lithe, and athletic, Tayang shows traces of his father's heritage while striking a closer resemblance to his mother. Much like other Women of the Field, his skin has a golden tint to it, darkening considerably during the summer.
He has very feminine facial features, though his build is quite masculine. He's nowhere near as muscular as his father, but he is not lacking.
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Clothes and Equipment: Tayang never was fond of the overly colorful clothing and superfluous amounts of jewelry that his sister is so fond of. He keeps a rather conservative appearance, wearing dark sets of clothing that keep him mobile, but warm.
He is often seen with a recurve bow and a quiver filled with arrows. Tayang also carries a saber befitting of the crown prince, studded with jewels and crafted by skilled artisans.
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Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 24, 2018 21:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Tayang on Dec 27, 2018 19:55:31 GMT -8
The prince grinned brightly at the man as he came to the gates. "I will be the first to let you know that this little conqueror has grown up today! Our initial raid was incredibly successful. They had no real warriors among them... except for one, who we missed. We think she was out on a hunt." He leaned in close to Iskender, raising several fingers with his brows raised. "Killed three of my men before we even turned our heads!"
Grabbing an imaginary bow, he drew back the string, blowing air through his lips as he let it fly. "Deadshot. And golden skin. If I were to guess, a purebred Woman of the Field. We don't get a lot of those these days, but she could be valuable. Either as a soldier or a wife." Shrugging, he grinned. "Perhaps both? But she's a wild one. I'm taking her to Nasrin, since I hit her head. She might be able to... condition her."
Iskender knew of Nasrin, though the woman largely lived a private life. She was a prisoner under the khan. A witch cursed to live the life of a lowly creature. When her village was raided, she killed twenty men. All on her own.
A valuable medicine woman, but a monster.
"What do you think?"
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Tayang
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 20
Physical Description: Tall, lithe, and athletic, Tayang shows traces of his father's heritage while striking a closer resemblance to his mother. Much like other Women of the Field, his skin has a golden tint to it, darkening considerably during the summer.
He has very feminine facial features, though his build is quite masculine. He's nowhere near as muscular as his father, but he is not lacking.
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Clothes and Equipment: Tayang never was fond of the overly colorful clothing and superfluous amounts of jewelry that his sister is so fond of. He keeps a rather conservative appearance, wearing dark sets of clothing that keep him mobile, but warm.
He is often seen with a recurve bow and a quiver filled with arrows. Tayang also carries a saber befitting of the crown prince, studded with jewels and crafted by skilled artisans.
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Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 24, 2018 21:09:10 GMT -8
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Post by Tayang on Jan 9, 2019 18:11:17 GMT -8
After his talk with the man, Tayang led the wagon into the courtyard, asking them to unload just one- the girl- and throw her into Nasrin's den. One of the mountain men reached into the cart and plucked out the huntress by her waist. She was thrown over his shoulder, then thrown into a very dark, quiet room.
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The Tamorjin Tribe
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Roleplay posts: 26
Allegiances: The Tamorjin Tribe
Registered: Sept 17, 2018 9:45:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Jan 9, 2019 18:11:43 GMT -8
After his talk with the man, Tayang led the wagon into the courtyard, asking them to unload just one- the girl- and throw her into Nasrin's den. One of the mountain men reached into the cart and plucked out the huntress by her waist. She was thrown over his shoulder, then thrown into a very dark, quiet room.
If she was unsteady on her feet from the push, she would find falling to be not nearly as bad as expected. The floor was soft and slick with fur. The air was spiced with something... cinnamon? Or something similar. It wasn't strong enough to sting, but its presence demanded attention. If the girl were to move around, she found find herself amidst a crowd of plush objects covered in a smooth material, like water passing along her skin or sometimes textured, rougher, but nicer than anything she had likely ever experienced before.
Ahead, two eyes, bright yellow and slit with black down the middle appeared, staring at her. A voice rolled through the darkness, deep like a purr.
"What's this?" it said. "What a peculiar guest. Who might you be?"
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Chinua
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Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Jan 11, 2019 16:30:51 GMT -8
Chinua hadn't gone quietly from the wagon. Though wounded severely she still put up quite a fight that would have likely ended worse for the man had her hands not been bound. Kicking and shouting curses at the man she went, writhing struggling to get free even as her head pleaded with her to stop.
When she was thrown into the room, disoriented and dizzy as she was, she crumpled to the ground in a heap, panting heavily. She barely processed the soft fur underneath her as she lurched to her feet and threw herself at the door that had shut behind her, thumping her shoulder solidly against the heavy door. The impact jarred her battered body and she slid down to take a knee, unable to even hold her head to soothe the ache in her skull. She panted heavily, trying to get her bearings to attempt to rush the door again. She wanted nothing more than to start screaming for the coward to come back and face her to finish what he started but thenshe heard the voice and she stiffened in place before whipping around.
Her head screamed at her again for the rapid movement and she grimaced slouching against the door. Bleary eyes squinted, searching through the darkness before she saw the blur of yellow eyes staring straight at her. Her breathing quickened as she made eye contact with them. "S-Stay back!" She slurred as she pressed back against the door, struggling against her bonds. She didn't feel the weight of her sword at her side or her quiver on her back so it wouldn't have helped even if she could fight. Especially since she could barely see straight. Whatever creature she'd been thrown to would surely make short work of her but she wouldn't lay down and die yet. "I-I'm warning you- you will r-regret it."
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The Tamorjin Tribe
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Roleplay posts: 26
Allegiances: The Tamorjin Tribe
Registered: Sept 17, 2018 9:45:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Jan 19, 2019 17:23:24 GMT -8
"Is that so," the eyes rumbled, accompanied by a low chuckle. "Please enlighten me as to what a girl, all alone... weaponless... hands tied behind her back... injured... is going to do to the Khan's dear cursed monster?"
There was hardly any time to reply, for a flame appeared beside the glowing eyes. It moved forward drifting around the room, igniting an array of candles that sat on just about every surface available.
Chinua would soon see that she was in a lavish room filled with countless pillows and carpets. Paintings adorned the walls and little figures and carvings were placed alongside, or held up, the sheer amount of candles illuminating the room.
"It is time you see for yourself who you are up against."
When the room was fully lit, the being before becaming known to her: skin dark as moth wings, with soft features rivaling her sharp, almond eyes. Her black hair was tied up with small ribbons and clips, either in gold or silver. She was swathed in a mauve robe, hiding the lower half of her body as she sat among layers of soft cloth, concealing half her body.
Around her neck, there was a metal collar chaining her to the wall.
"There's hardly any reason for that, however. We are both prisoners of the Mountain King."
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Chinua
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Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Jan 19, 2019 22:13:21 GMT -8
Chinua was panting heavily as she stared back at the figure before her. It looked humanoid in shape, but her eyesight was such a blur of color, she couldn't make out much of anything more than her outline and the glowing yellow eyes. She tried to shimmy along the wall, looking for perhaps some sharp stone jutting out that she could use to cut her ropes. She'd feel better about this if she, at the very least, had functionality of her hands. Not that they would do much in her state but at least she could try to assess her wounds.
"T-The mountain king? Prisoner? But... why am I here? I should... I should be dead. Why did he keep me alive?" She mumbled out, the sides of her palms feeling about. She hoped to keep the other being preoccupied with questions so it couldn't... do whatever it was that she'd been locked up with it for. Also any information she obtained at this point would aid her cause.
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The Tamorjin Tribe
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Roleplay posts: 26
Allegiances: The Tamorjin Tribe
Registered: Sept 17, 2018 9:45:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Jan 20, 2019 13:32:29 GMT -8
Before she answered any of the woman's questions, she beckoned her over. "Come, I will rid you of your bindings and take care of what ails you. Can you walk to me?" she asked, voice firm, but gentle. "We may speak after you are well. Right now you are rambling."
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Chinua
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Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Jan 20, 2019 18:56:20 GMT -8
Chinua remained pressed to the wall panting softly as she looked at her, eyes narrowed as well as they could in her concussed state. "...Why should I trust you?" She mumbled as she tried to shift again on the wall.
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The Tamorjin Tribe
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Roleplay posts: 26
Allegiances: The Tamorjin Tribe
Registered: Sept 17, 2018 9:45:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Jan 24, 2019 16:50:49 GMT -8
"Well," began the woman, a chuckle arising in her throat. "Otherwise, you'll die."
Once more, she beckoned toward her. "And if you come to me, there's a chance you might not. The Khan wouldn't want damaged goods, young woman. You were brought back alive because they want to use you. For what, I don't know yet, but you're no good to anyone like this. Not even to yourself. You may want to defy the khan, but ruining yourself in the process really doesn't do you any favors."
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Chinua
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Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Jan 24, 2019 21:35:37 GMT -8
Chinua stared at the woman, her lips set in a grimace as she weighed her options. It wasn't like she had many of them unfortunately. She could make her way to the woman who could very well just kill her or do what she pleased with her. Or she could continue to sit against the wall, trying in vain to find some brick to attempt to wear away at the ropes, until she inevitably died from her wounds anyway. She gave a resigned sigh. At the very least there was some possibility that she may somehow be miraculously healed by this woman. And if not, her death would be faster and less painful if she went directly to her.
She took a breath before with a long suffering groan she staggered to her feet, the world tipping dangerously on it's axis as she did. She swallowed thickly as she leant back against the wall for support as she eyed the blurry shape of the woman again. "...I don't... Give a... damn what that bastard wants... But you make a good point... I'm useless as I am now." Once she felt she could suffer through a few steps, she took another bolstering breath and staggered ever closer to the blurry form of the woman, who only got blurrier the more she fought against her body's demands to lay down and sleep. Sweat dotted her dirty bloodied brow as she got just onto the plush soft part of the room, she'd felt briefly before. She tripped then and fell back to her knees, bracing herself with one arm. "I-If... If I... I want to kill the bastard... I need my strength." She gasped out as she attempted to get back up again to get closer but her body fought her again and she dug her fingers into the floor in frustration at her own weakness.
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The Tamorjin Tribe
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Roleplay posts: 26
Allegiances: The Tamorjin Tribe
Registered: Sept 17, 2018 9:45:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Jan 25, 2019 15:05:18 GMT -8
Though the girl would hardly be able to see it, the woman before her smirked wickedly, opening her arms to receive the injured huntress. "You and I have similar ideas about what we want to do with the Khan and this blasted tribe. Perhaps we will be able to achieve something together."
Placing her hand atop the huntress' head gently, she guided her to one of the pillows in front of her. "So now that we are partners, I will have to ask your name. I am Nasrin, the Khan's cursed witch."
With her other hand, Nasrin reached for a small, ornate case and placed it on the floor beside her. Within it, there was a variety of pouches. The smells spilling forth from them was nearly overwhelming, mixing bitter and sharp scents all in one. "I will fix that head of yours, then we will get to figure out why the prince wanted you so much. It's not every day a prisoner is brought to the best healer Dzhambul can offer."
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Chinua
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Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Jan 25, 2019 22:06:49 GMT -8
Chinua's body sagged with relief as her aching skull was set on one of the plush pillows. Though the pain was still persistent in the back of her mind, resting seemed to relieve it slight as well as calm with lurching and pitching of the room. The sharp scents didn't disturb her all that much, reminding her of when she'd go to her own village healer and get medicine for some wounds she'd sustain through the years. As she rested the temptation to fall asleep and let go grew stronger and her breathing slowed slightly as she shut her eyes.
"I don't know... Why he would want me. other than to kill me for defiance. I killed his men, as many as I could manage before fighting him." She exhaled, her heart lurching and feeling heavier as she finally admitted aloud the fact she had stolen life from those men. Even though they had likely taken countless lives, still it wasn't an easy drought to swallow knowing she'd killed another man in anger. She exhaled slowly before she spoke again, her eyes still shut. "And my name... My name is Chinua. Chinua of Tengerii Shiire." She spoke softly, her hands that had naturally come to rest on her stomach, fisting tightly over her abdomen.
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The Tamorjin Tribe
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Roleplay posts: 26
Allegiances: The Tamorjin Tribe
Registered: Sept 17, 2018 9:45:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Feb 11, 2019 17:25:45 GMT -8
"Chinua of Tengrii Shiire," repeated the witch. "I don't think I've heard of your people before. Perhaps your secrecy is what interested the Khan." Nasrin felt along Chinua's head, watching her face for a change in expression. The second she winced, whimpered, or barked, she parted the hair around the area of the injury. "Well, well," sang the woman. "I'm almost surprised you've made it all this way carrying something like that." Without giving her more details, she fished out one of the pouches and opened it up. A very sharp, sour smell rose out from the pouch, filling the room with its scent. Nasrin dipped her fingers into it, then landed her hand, very gently, atop Chinua's head. The world would explode into light... but not into the huntress' eyes. It was showing her from somewhere else, somewhere behind them. From within. A light hum permeated through her bones and soon the light faded, until it seemed as though they were floating, looking upwards at sunlight pouring through cracks in a sheet of ice. The water began to change colors until it was a thick shade of red, becoming darker, darker, lulling the huntress to sleep... __________ It was difficult to tell the time of day, as everything was dark when Chinua opened her eyes. The candles had gone out again, and her head was laying atop a pillow. A very dull throb emanated from the injury, but the pain was so little compared to what it was before. The room was deafeningly quiet. The strong smells of the medicines before were also absent. Thankfully, with a bit of looking, she would be able to spot a very slender line of light behind her, presumably between the slats of a door. |
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Chinua
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Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Feb 16, 2019 20:23:12 GMT -8
Chinua hadn't had much strength by the time she came to lay in front of the strange woman. Her body had begun to feel slightly floaty, but her head still retained its weight, the throbbing pain keeping her grounded to this plane. When the woman's fingers brushed over her injury, she might have winced but she wasn't entirely sure if she had. everything felt distant, especially the woman's voice and the light that swept over her...
It was soothing like the days spent laying atop her family's hut, sleeping in the summer sun till the light faded and faded to the red orange hues of sunset and finally the darkness of twilight. And finally she slept, letting go of her hold on consciousness again just as she began to hear her mother's voice in her memories, calling for her to come down to sleep inside.
Chinua woke again with a start suddenly. Her heart pounded in such a way, she knew she'd just had a nightmare... but she couldn't say what it had been about. Only the pounding of her heart and the burning behind her eyes with unshed tears gave her some idea of what it could've been about.
She simply stared up at the ceiling for a while as she began to work herself down, calming her heart and her breathing as she oriented herself again.
Where was she? Still in that room with the strange woman it would seem.
How did she feel? Still terrible, but not nearly as awful as it had been.
Where was the woman now?
That was the question that caused Chinua to sit up slowly, giving a soft a groan at the mild spark of pain from her head.She squinted around searching for the woman, until the small slats of light caught her attention. Without much else to do, she slowly started to crawl over to the door, not trusting her balance quite yet enough to stand. She hesitated a moment before she reached out her dirtied knuckles to lightly rap against the door. "...Hello? Nasrin?" She called as well as she could, somehow remembering the woman's name. Her voice was a fright rasp, sore and parched. How long had it been since she'd had a drink? Or had a meal for that matter. Her body was gradually waking to remind her of these pressing needs.
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The Tamorjin Tribe
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Allegiances: The Tamorjin Tribe
Registered: Sept 17, 2018 9:45:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Mar 26, 2019 17:15:12 GMT -8
"Right in here. Come through the door," said Nasrin from the other side, her voice muffled.
The doors would slide apart easily when pushed, revealing a long wooden hallway before her. The walls were made of stacked wooden slats.
Directly in front of Chinua sat a small bowl of cold porridge. At the end of the hallway, Nasrin sat surrounded by blankets, calmly drinking from a ceramic cup. Beside her, a steaming plate of roasted meat and vegetables.
"You can dine with me if you'd like," she said, attempting to hide a grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. "I'm sure the smell is driving you mad."
Chinua would find, however, that once she walked past the porridge into the hallway, that something rattled lightly beneath her foot.
With that small warning, a slat spun rapidly out from the wall, aimed at her gut.
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Chinua
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Physical Description: Chinua stands at about 5'5" which sets her on par with many of the tallest men in the village. She also has the physique of a man as well as she commonly was found training and brawling with the other boys. She is muscular and powerful though not overtly as as her strength is honed for her bow. She has rather wild jet black hair and keen piercing ebony eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: She is not seen outside of the rather traditional armor she wears and furs of her first few kills. She has several piercings as well as ceremonial tattoos. Very rarely is she seen without her recurve bow strung in hand or slung against her back. She also carries a concealed short sword in case of close combat.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire, her village; Her family; Herself
Player's online availability : When poked ^-^
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on Mar 27, 2019 5:56:52 GMT -8
The smell of roasted meat and vegetables had Chinua's mouth watering. Even the cold porridge looked appetizing though it had never been her favorite. More often than not, her mother would have to force her to eat the soggy grains when she was young, threatening not to give her the share of meat until she'd downed it. Seeing it in front of her again, it was hard not to get emotional.
Her family was still gone. Lost to the raid. That curtailed her appetite slightly, but only just. She needed to eat, needed to get her strength back if she'd been of any use to herself or avenging them.
"Just a bit." She said as she attempted to clear her throat. But without some warm tea, she doubted the rasp would go anywhere. "Thank you, I will join you then. I can't remember the last time-" As she spoke she had begun to walk forward and she heard the rattling. Her instincts kicked in before her mind could process, her body moving reflexively as she saw the slat coming for her.
Using the forward momentum she already hand from her step, her knees buckled and she bend backwards sliding under the swinging wooden obstacle, her hand going for her back reaching for a bow that wasn't there. Her eyes widened then as she quickly got back to her feet, eyes darting around and ears alert to any sounds.
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