The Tamorjin Tribe
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on May 3, 2019 13:15:43 GMT -8
"Oh. I forgot to mention, you might want to watch your step. There are some loose floorboards here and there."
Nasrin did not attempt to hide the grin on her face now as she looked toward Chinua. "The food may get cold soon, though. Hurry it up, else I might finish it and you'll get stuck with porridge."
Going forward, Chinua would find more and more of these slats flying outward to try and hit her, sometimes more than one at a time. If hit, they would cause a nasty bruise.
For every delay that stopped her, the cat-eyed woman took a sliver of meat and devoured it, making sure the huntress watched.
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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
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Registered: Nov 25, 2018 16:53:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chinua on May 16, 2019 18:31:57 GMT -8
Chinua’s eyes narrowed on the cat-eyed woman as her body tensed. She should’ve known it wouldn’t have been that simple. Her father had always said to never trust an outstretched hand of a stranger fully for the other could have a dagger. She pursed her lips as her eyes flickered from the woman to the floor and the floor boards.
Gritting her teeth and fighting the pain her body was helpfully supplying her with, she started forward without a word. She managed to dodge most of the slats, her reflexes were sharp after all the years of training but hunger and exhaustion made her arms and legs leaden. Her endurance was impressive but she was still only human. She had only made it was seemed like a quarter of the way further when a surprise swing to her ribs, caught her on the arm before she could lurch away. She gave a short yelp, falling to the side grabbing at the throbbing limb now as she glared at the woman as she took another bite.
“Why are you doing this? I thought we were working together?” She bit out in annoyance as she panted wiping her brow of sweat. Her clever eyes began darting around even as she spoke. The floor was obviously completely trapped.
So maybe she shouldn’t be on the floor? She grit her teeth as she shook out her throbbing arm again before looking at a spot on the wall in front of her. She stared for a while before she located what looked to be good hand and foot holes before she took a small half step back, careful not to step on the board she’d already triggered. Tensing her legs, strengthened from years of climbing, riding and running she sprung forward, much like a cat actually, clinging to the wall hoisting herself up.
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The Tamorjin Tribe
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on May 20, 2019 12:40:34 GMT -8
"Of course we are working together," continued Nasrin. "I have healed you and now you must demonstrate that you will be able to go toe-to-toe with the warriors of the Khan. You must understand that you will not be going up against one, or two, or twenty men," She gestured to the doors as Chinua pondered, eyes focusing on the walls. "You are fighting the Tamorjin as a whole. You are throwing yourself into a war. You will need to hone your strength, your skills-"
She watched as the girl threw herself up onto the wall. A tiny smile was hidden behind a sip of tea.
"-and cleverness."
The slats certainly were good footholes, though Chinua would find that when she grabbed onto them, some would push in and slowly start to turn, giving her a whole new challenge.
"Let's see where it gets you."
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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 May 22, 2019 10:25:47 GMT -8
Chinua grit her teeth as she felt her foothold shift and twist away from her, but she endured it for a moment as she analyzed the situation from a new vantage point while listening to what the cat-eyed woman said. Passion flared up in her chest as she gripped the panel harder, shooting a hot glare at the cat-eyed woman briefly before she refocused.
She tensed her legs again, bunching herself up to build the tension and force she needed to execute the action.
"Listen to me, and listen well, medicine woman." Chinua started in a low voice before she burst from her vantage point throwing her body diagonally to the next panel and catching herself with a soft grunt. " Do not question my resolve." She bit out as she oriented herself and sprung for the next panel, her nails sliding against the wood till the caught purchase.
"Those demons wiped my village from the surface of this earth." Another jump- another catch. "They murdered my family-" Jump and catch. "My friends." Jump and catch. "And have kidnapped and forced those they have not killed into slavery."
She was gaining speed now down the hall. She could tell her strength was waning but the white-hot anger that spread through her body gave her the surge of energy she needed. She practically jumped from wall to wall at this point, pushing off and cracking the wood with her motions.
Finally she reached the end of the hallway and she gave one last leap, tucking into a roll to break her fall, coming into a rest crouched on one knee. She slowly stood panting heavily, sweat dripping from her brow.
"I do not care what happens to me. I will have that bastard's blood on my hands. I will not rest until I give him the dog's death he deserves. My village's only crime was existing apart from his influence. I will pay him back a thousand times for each life he stole." She growled, her hands tightly fisted at her sides, her nails biting into the pads of her hands.
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on May 27, 2019 11:35:58 GMT -8
Another smile appeared behind the teacup as Chinua landed. The woman's declaration was all the medicine woman needed.
"Your resolve... yes, I will never question that," Nasrin replied. She eyed the hallway, then side eyed Chinua. She was the avatar of anger and resentment at that moment, seething from every pore. Her hate for the Tamorjin ran deep, and that's exactly the kind of pawn that the Khan's Witch needed.
Gesturing to the plate of food before her, now only a quarter as full as it was, she ordered, "Eat. You will need your strength. The prince has his eye on you. They will train you in combat. I assume they will also be testing you... pure blooded nature as a Woman of the Field. Do you recognize what that means?" she asked. "Do you have songs of them from your village?"
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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 May 27, 2019 23:17:47 GMT -8
Chinua tried to reign in her anger again as she glared at the woman catching her breath. The rage didn't cool- no it wouldn't till she had recieved her due revenge- but she managed to pull and push it down into the deepest parts of herself. She knew there it would only fester and grow in the darkness like a mold or a fungus, but part of her wanted that. That way when she had her chance again, there would be no hesitation. And her arrow would fly strong and true to where it belonged. Right in the demon's heart.
She breathed heavily through her nose before she finally took a step forward, dropping down to rest on the pillow there, picking up the chopsticks carefully. Her hands wanted to tremble with rage and exhaustion, but the desire to eat was too strong to allow anything to get in the way. "He is an utter fool if he believes it is a good idea to train me in combat." She bit out before taking some bites of the meat left over. Food helped with her focus,easing the headache that was still present from before her little nap.
"..And no. Our village was far removed. We had our earth deity who crafted our ancestral home and taught us of farming and hunting, but none of these field women." She said looking quite confused as she took another bite of food. It was a concerted effort not to scarf everything down. She hardly tasted anything, sustenance was sustenance and that was what she needed. A stomach ache from eating it all was certainly not what she needed either. "What do you mean 'testing' my nature?"
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The Tamorjin Tribe
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Jun 7, 2019 14:26:23 GMT -8
"... a fool. Perhaps," replied Nazrin. "But not in the way you would expect. He saw something in you that day. It was that strength that he admired, as all the Tamorjin do."
She did not know of the wedding that was in her future, nor of Tayang's plans to indoctrinate her, however much time it would take. The khan adored his children and would lend his son all the resources he needed to make it happen. It was going to take all of Chinua's resolve and more to turn the tides against them.
"An earth deity. Sarantuya?" questioned the sorceress further, though she did not give Chinua much time to answer before speaking once more.
"Your nature. As a Field Woman. That is what the prince believes you to be and that is what I suspect, as well. Your attitude with animals will be the first thing tested. How they will do it, I am not sure yet, but they will drag you out with another Fielder, of that I am sure."
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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 Jun 9, 2019 15:38:31 GMT -8
Chinua looked up at the cat eyed woman as she chewed slowly, mild annoyance on her face. She was used to the word avalanche especially at supper times from Bataar. Especially before he was allowed to go out on hunts with her. He always wanted to know more about the hunt and begging his sister to help him convince their parents to let him go out early. She had always just given him an extra piece of meat and ruffled his hair telling him to keep getting stronger till he could.
This woman was not Bataar though. She was some… creature she was being forced to work with to reach her goals. The bout through the hallway had pretty much stamped out most of her friendly feelings towards the cat-eyed woman.
She made the woman wait till she washed her mouthful of food down with a sip of tea before speaking, picking up the bowl of porridge and stirring it as she spoke. “He may admire my strength all he likes, up until it eventually overwhelms him.” She said before taking a sip of the porridge, grimacing a bit. Food was food but she still hated porridge. “I do not recognize that name. Our goddess is Itügen Ekhe- the earth mother. And I still do not know what you mean by field woman. My people lived on the plateau, not a field.” She asked looking unimpressed. At the mention of animal her mind strayed to her horse whom she had left abandoned at the base of the plateau before she had met the demons at the peak. She hoped she had managed alright and gotten away before the men had caught her. She was a stubborn stead- loyal only to Chinua and had grudgingly tolerated Bataar. She would have been useless to them… Which did not bode well either.
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Jun 15, 2019 7:55:02 GMT -8
The woman stewed over this new information for a moment, sipping at her tea in contemplative silence. Itügen Ekhe. Earth mother. There were enough similarities here that they could be the same deity by different names.
"I am no field woman myself, and I have not been taught to memorize their songs from generations past, but I believe it might do you some good to hear them. Some insight will help your cause, particularly because of many of the other field women here are also under the Khan's power unwillingly. His grief has caused an upset in the balance of the Tamorjin. Mountain Men were never supposed to lord over Field Women."
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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 Jun 16, 2019 12:02:16 GMT -8
Chinua's brow twitched slightly in confusion as she took another bite of meat, chewing slightly. Mountain men and Field women? What the woman spoke of didn't make much sense to her, but sounded of vague importance. Allies would certainly be helpful in her cause. To rally them to aid her where they hadn't already was what had her at a loss.
"...Where can I hear these songs then? Nothing of what you say really resonates with what I have been taught and what I have seen. Anything that will help me to orient myself in this place will aid me. The faster I have a grasp of this place the faster I can begin to think on ways to circumvent the obstacles in my way. May I leave this room or is there some other hall of terror I must face?"
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The Tamorjin Tribe
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Jul 9, 2019 13:17:14 GMT -8
"When that little injury of yours heals," she told Chinua firmly. "After how roughly you were treated, you're not getting out of here for another few days. If it wasn't for my medicines you would be writhing in pain on the floor. Additionally, you are a prisoner. I imagine the prince will assign quite a few eyes to follow you around. Soon you will be able to roam around the city, but not as a free woman. Until you enact your will onto this city, never as a free woman."
The teacup was placed down next to her gently as she settled herself. "I do not think you were a warrior in your village, am I correct? You knew how to slay beasts but never sank your arrows into the hearts of men until Tayang's raid. Am I correct?"
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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 Jul 12, 2019 16:05:08 GMT -8
Chinua clearly bristled at the healers words. She was not used to being confined anywhere. Her parents had learned long ago, not to try and restrict her because she would find her way out. She was made to go where the Earth Mother guided her feet. Not to be caged and guarded like some trapped bird. The rebellious look in her eyes spoke volumes to the healer letting her know it'd be a hell of a task trying to keep her confined where she didn't wish to be.
It withered considerably though at her following questions. With all that had happened she'd managed mostly to keep her mind from... the deed she'd done before she'd come here. The rage was still there, and she felt no regret for the deed she'd done- demons deserved nothing more than death. But... the darkness on her heart was there. And it was growing. It cried out for more blood. It wasn't something she reveled in. Yes, she was a hunter and she'd taken life, but the life of men... that was a different weight. A weight the darkness was more than happy to shoulder if it meant those responsible for the destruction of her life were dead.
"... You are." She said, forcing her voice to be steady, her dark brown eyes, somehow even darker. "My village was not one of violence. Elderly, women, children, with only a few grown men... As the Earth Mother asked of us, we shared our bounty and lived in unison." Chinua's hand tightened on the chopsticks, and the creaked in protest in her hands till a fracture split them. She continued to speak nonetheless."There were no warriors in the village. Only I and the few in my hunting party even knew how to wield a weapon. They were foragers and farmers... perfectly defenseless without us."
The wood was splintering in her hands, and it was no small effort to get herself to release the splinters.
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Jul 23, 2019 14:57:18 GMT -8
As she listened steadily, Nazrin's only reaction to the snapping chopsticks was a brief side-eye. She suppressed a sigh, wondering how she was going to tame this beast. She was a poor, angry village girl who knew only how to hunt, yet she had managed to kill three of Tayang's men. Perhaps Sarantuya's blessing channeled through her fury and guided her arrows.
Still, this girl was here for her to use. She would be a boon against the prince once the time came and passing this up, despite how much work it would take, would be foolish.
“... the Khan is indeed mad, but tales of your village has spread through the steppes over the past week. It has done all that he hoped it would: instill fear into the other tribes. More and more are bending their knee without a fight to join his ranks, so their people are not massacred in defiance. It was his orders that lead Tayang to Tengrii Shiire.”
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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 Jul 28, 2019 12:36:35 GMT -8
Chinua was silent a moment as she set down the splinters of her chopsticks with no small amount of restraint, looking down at the porridge. When she looked back up at Nasrin, the dark fire was raging even more wildly. "...Are you saying... my village was just... an example to the others?" She asked slowly, looking at the woman, somehow managing to keep a steady glare on her.
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The Tamorjin Tribe
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Aug 7, 2019 10:46:54 GMT -8
The witch paused before speaking, gazing back at Chinua. How angry she was.
"... yes. There was no land to gain, nor resources that the Khan already had. The women, perhaps. A few soldiers or workers from the children. Still, it was nothing incredibly substantial for anything but making others fear. It has given him more power, and it's what he wanted."
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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 Sept 8, 2019 13:05:35 GMT -8
Chinua stared back at her for a few tense moments longer before slowly rose to her feet. Her hands were trembling with barely contained rage as she let her lids shut. Images of her village left to ashes and destroyed- Her family and friends bodies lifeless and bloodied- were forever burned into the dark black of the inside of her eyelids. To know that it all had just been a ploy...
"...I believe I've lost my appetite." Chinua murmured as she slowly opened her eyes again, slowly beginning to move around the table. The dark anger and rage was unmistakable, and if anything it was growing worse with each passing moment. She walked up to the woman on the other side of the table with measured steps before she slowly crouched down to her and her hand shot out to grip the other woman by the shirt yanking her to her. "And I've heard just about enough. So, how about you point me in the correct direction and I go for a midnight stroll. Alternately, I could relieve myself of some of my anger here."
In truth, she had no intention of actually hurting the woman. She'd healed her after all. And the Earth mother only knew what would have happened to her if she hadn't. She also seemed to be in the same boat as Chinua, but Chinua had every intention of being more proactive in her approach. She was just in no mood to play games.
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Sept 11, 2019 18:11:33 GMT -8
The witch did not cry out, or panic as Chinua grabbed her silk collar and yank her upward. She did grab the warrior's hands with her own, eyes closed as a twitch of anger moved across her features.
When she opened her eyes, the candles flickered, then extinguished. Bright yellow pupils bore into Chinua, lids narrowing.
A small, soft light shined at the huntress' back as Nasrin glared, her grip strengthening on Chinua's wrists.
"I have healed you. Spoken to you. Offered help in a place desolate of mercy."
From beneath the pillows, the carpets, and furniture, the light flooded outwards, manifesting itself into ghastly, groping hands reaching for the huntress. They pulled with them dozens of skeletal faces, jaws slack in a moaning that grew into ear-shattering wails- and yet still, Nasrin's voice was clear, powerful, angry.
"You are not the only one who has lost everything to the khan, girl. And you are not the only one who can lose her temper!"
The specters illuminated her as she rose from her layered blankets. She was not tall, as one could expect, or even broad and muscular, but there was a reason that she was called Kuchar's cursed witch.
From the waist down, there was no woman, but a beast. Four paws, all with claws longer than Chinua's fingers bore into the wooden floor below, attached to the muscular, sleek body of a panther. When she bore her teeth, they grew into thick canines ready to rend flesh.
"My people are gone, buried beneath the fires that the Tamorjin choked our city with! Hundreds of us gone. within weeks, the rest of us enslaved. I have been here for years, child. Do not imagine you are the one who has had enough!"
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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 Sept 27, 2019 18:58:30 GMT -8
Chinua ought to have yelped in fear or attempted to reel back. Her instincts ought to have kicked in, attempting to pick out something in the room that she could use as a weapon to defend herself, or even just someway to extricate her wrist from the woman's crushing grasp.
She was just left speechless.The anger that had clouded her mind and fueled her words, was chilled by the shock of what she had just seen. I mean, what could she say. She didn't even understand really what she was looking at, but her words resonated within her slowly. She was silent for a long time, shocked by her own foolishness and selfishness. Of course... of course, her village was not the first. Of course her village was not the worst. But that didn't lessen the pain just as it didn't lessen the pain this... healer felt. She swallowed slowly as she began to breathe again once she realized the woman wasn't about to kill her on the spot for her impertinence- she didn't imagine with those claws it'd be very hard. The words that slipped past her lips were not filled with fear or begging for mercy as they likely should've been. She was just... sincere.
Her anger shouldn't be wasted and scattered on someone who didn't deserve it after all. Her grip on the woman's collar weakened before slipping. "... I... I'm sorry. I... didn't know. I... I'm sorry." She said quietly finally, her voice heavy with regret but also sincerity.
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Oct 12, 2019 16:55:15 GMT -8
As she observed the regret that grew in the huntress’ eyes, Nasrin released her wrists. The eerie glow retreated, as did the ghastly forms that arrived with it. One by one, the candles and incense relit, warming the room with the scents of exotic spices once more. She settled back down, paws curling in toward her body, her arms crossing in the same manner.
She let a short silence pass, glancing at her empty teacup in vain.
“This is how the Tamrojin garners strength. They supplement their armies with the survivors of their raids and build walls with the rest.”
As her eyes wandered over to the windows, shadows from the world outside peered in. The guards standing at the front, warriors passing by, servants who eavesdropped while running errands.
“The khan is surrounded by prisoners. We shall turn his greatest strength into his downfall.”
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Post by The Tamorjin Tribe on Oct 25, 2019 12:27:16 GMT -8
As the sun sank and rose again, Chinua would find a new challenge awaiting her. As the pain in her head ebbed, she would find herself with more bruises to nurse the next day. The hallway would change from day to day, usually with complicated wooden constructions. Once, they looked like soldiers and would swing at Chinua when she was close. Another time, it was a maze filled with surprises around every corner, urging her to be wary of her surroundings.
Several weeks passed. Two moons swept across the sky as Nasrin trained the girl from the hunter into a warrior. Still, the witch realized that these tests were not sufficient enough to learn real battle and that she would have to rectify that.
One day, when Chinua woke up, she would find that the hallway door was not open today.
Behind her, light poured into the room from behind, precious sunlight that she had not seen in an age.
Another woman stood there, just a little taller than the girl, and more than twice her age. Heavy leathers and furs adorned her small frame. They were strikingly alike; in many more years, the warrior might have seen that same face staring back in the mirror.
With her thin lips, she smiled — wrinkles formed at her eyes and the sides of her mouth.
"So you are Chinua," the older woman stated, voice soft but firm. She handed the huntress a bundle of warm clothing she'd been holding. "I am Nergui. You will be coming out with me today, to the fields."
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