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 Nov 16, 2019 22:11:41 GMT -8
Chinua had stirred when the door opened and squinted when the sunlight had hit her face. She'd forgotten how brilliant the sun was in comparison to the little light provided by the flames of the candles. The fresh air that crept into the room swept out the rather stale air that had built for weeks and Chinua couldn't help but greedily take it in before she even thought about considering the woman.
Nasrin had kept her busy enough that she hadn't had time to think about how much she missed the outside worlds, far from the confines of the room she'd been thrown into all those weeks ago. But the moment she had a taste of it again, she knew she needed more. But still, there was a touch of hesitation as she processed the woman's words and her eyes narrowed as she slowly sat up. She'd built a surprising amount of muscle over the weeks and was coiled tight like a spring ready to strike as she considered the other woman. Her eyes flicked from the warm clothes to the woman, to the outside she longed to be in.
"... And why is that exactly? What will we do there? Who sent you to get me?" And why do you look so much like... me? She asked all but the last question aloud, though she felt as if she already knew the answers. She shifted slightly to try and surreptitiously look back to look for Nasrin for a sign of what to do?
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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 Nov 17, 2019 18:47:14 GMT -8
Nergui's smile was small and patient. She held the clothes out to Chinua again, urging her to take them. "Who do you think sent me?" she asked, humor dancing in her tone. "We are going to ride and it is cold, dear. Winter teases the grass. Nasrin has been called to the Khan and will not be guiding you. Come, now, come! Daylight is a short wick these months and night riding strains the eyes."
She pushed the clothing into Chinua's arms and began to skitter off, her steps small, but swift.
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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 Nov 24, 2019 21:07:30 GMT -8
Chinua blinked as she suddenly had her arms full of unfamiliar clothing. The weight of clothes in her arms was welcome seeing as she'd been left in just a threadbare shift and the leggings she'd been wearing at the time she'd been taken. But it also made her long for the weight of her armor and the thick fur she'd gotten from her first kill. She'd worn it nigh religiously since she'd won it from her first solo hunt out of respect for the animal and as a demonstration of pride.
Her blood surged slightly at the thought of some demons having pawned off or throwing her items to waste. She could only hope that it still existed somewhere in the place she'd been taken.
But in truth, Chinua only had moments to think of this all, as she hurried her feet to follow the other woman. It was not as if she had much else to do. And though tempting, it seemed Nasrin had actually knocked some sense into her as she didn't go blindly rushing off to slaughter. There would be a time for that. But for now, she was curious about what exactly this woman had in store for her and where it would go. Especially if it meant she'd be outside in the fresh air once more.
Despite being locked up in the room, Nasrin's training had kept her fit and strong so she was easily able to catch up with the woman and keep pace. It surprised her how fast the woman went- none of the others of her village had been able to quite keep pace with her. It was odd to have someone match- or even exceed her stride. Though Chinua reasoned it must be the lack of room to run.
"I hope it was Nasrin who sent you and not the demon who hides in the skin of a man. He'd not only be a demon but also a fool if he thought allowing me free to roam and ride was in his best interest." She said as she held the clothing tight to her chest, her feet lightly padding along the tile below them. "But why has Nasrin been called to him to begin with?"
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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 Nov 28, 2019 20:20:37 GMT -8
Do you speak of the Khan or the Jinong?" the woman countered, briefly looking over her shoulder. "The one who raided your village is the Jinong, the heir apparent, Tayang. The one who ordered him to was the Khan, our ruler, Kuchar."
They walked down a maze of buildings made of wood and stone. So close together, it was challenging to navigate. If one were to climb the yurts, they would only see... more buildings, then the mountains standing tall before them.
"Their influence spans far beyond the city, girl. These walls, these fields, these mountains: all belong to Kuchar Khan. Eyes are watching every step we take. If you do not wish to be struck down, you will not attempt to leave in haste."
Further ahead, the heavy smells of stables surrounded them. They came into view shortly after that, sturdily built and vast, holding the stocky, robust steeds of the fields. Though most were shades of brown and black, there were a select few that wore a brilliant golden coat, the same as the wheat she'd passed coming here.
Nergui led Chinua to one stall, in particular, holding a fierce black steed who seemed ready to leave his stall, stamping and huffing impatiently.
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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 Nov 30, 2019 22:24:10 GMT -8
"We belong to the earth as the earth belongs to us. No man may 'own' the lands. Just as no man may own another." Chinua replied as she caught up with the woman, her eyes going to the vast world that lay past the simple huts and the walls. Her heart yearned for the golden grasses of her home; her feet to run free and wild with her kin before returning to their homes for the evening. But her mind- her mind kept her here and turned her gaze from the view- hardening her heart and her hands tightened around the clothes. "And fear not of me running from here. I go no where until my job is done here." She said simply as she followed the woman out to another area that was completely foreign to her. The scent was a familiar one but the building was not.
As they got closer and she saw the beautiful creatures of the earth, confined within stalls her heart twisted to see them. Trapped and broken as they were. Her own companion never having faced the bite of a bridle. She'd won the mare's respect and she allowed her to ride her as she pleased. But she'd never subjected her to being tied and kept. Her spirit was free and thus so was she, allowed to roam and graze as she liked.
Just with those thoughts fading did Chinua look up and face what she could only think of as her companion in the years before she'd earned her respect. Almost immediately did she set down the clothes she'd been given to climb up the gate separating them so she could make eye contact with the gorgeous creature.
"What a beast you are." She mused in wonder, holding steady eye contact. She addressed Nergui without breaking eye contact with the horse, studying him. "Why do you keep such a being locked up like this. As if he were common cattle."
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Tsenpo Tenzin
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Registered: Sept 13, 2018 14:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Tsenpo Tenzin on Jan 30, 2020 5:46:37 GMT -8
The Teng were infamous for their isolationism. They had jealously guarded the only known entrance into the Teng Valley for as long as anyone could remember, and erected the great city of Mabet as a bulwark against anyone trying to force their way in. Many Teng lived throughout the valley as farmers and laborers, and raw goods were transported to the industrious city where craftsmen and artisans turned them into consumable goods. Every so often the Teng opened their gates to the outside world and traded with 'foreign' merchants.
This was the old way.
The Tsenpo's council was split on maintaining their isolationist traditions, or opening their gates to join Toragana proper. There were valid concerns for both parties, but Tenzin was somewhat of a progressive and sought the prosperity that free and open trade could bring to his people. Despite the opposition he ordered the gates should be open to outsiders; but as a compromise they were only permitted within the city, and not the Teng Valley itself.
This posed new dangers, however. Joining the rest of Toragana in this manner also meant becoming either a player or pawn in the greater political field. He had already met Saso in Giant's Hand some time ago, but with this new policy he would need to revisit her. For now he was on his way to meet the Tamorjin... perhaps even the Khan himself - who has been rumored to be behind the death of the Tsenpo's father...
Tenzin rode at the head of his column upon a magnificent white horse. His entire party of a dozen men all rode white stallions. These were some of the White Horse Fellows - a hand-picked contingent of bow cavalry raised for specialist duties. Some lesser tribes in Toragana, however, believed white horses were sacred and refused to fight opponents who rode such creatures.
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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, 2020 15:47:24 GMT -8
"The cattle are allowed to roam free," Nergui commented, amused by the girl's reaction. "And the horses are here to be guarded against the dangers of the plains. You will discover these in time. Come."
A saddle was thrown to Chinua, this colorful, ornate thing that was more expensive than anything the woman ever owned. When she refused it, Nergui gave a stern warning accompanied by a foreboding mother's glare that one would give to a petulant child.
They would guide the horses through the winding streets of Dzhambul, passing a troop of men riding gorgeous white steeds. Nergui stared for a while as they passed, then looked at one of the archers keeping watch atop the maze of yurts. A silent message was relayed as the older woman and the prisoner disappeared into the plains beyond.
Many came to stare at Tenzin and his party when he arrived, including the slaves that were hard at work on the wall that would one day surround Dzhambul. Few were so brazen as to strut right up to the capital of the Tamorjin people, as many feared it would be certain death.
And yet, here was Tenzin, riding in with a handful of his people.
They did not make it far before a woman in an emerald deel and golden sash approached on a short, stout steed. Her hair was braided over her shoulders and a fur-lined cap sat atop her head. Her eyes were striking, if only for the ferociousness reflected in them.
"State your purpose," she bellowed, the power of her voice matching her posture.
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Tsenpo Tenzin
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Registered: Sept 13, 2018 14:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Tsenpo Tenzin on Feb 21, 2020 7:58:01 GMT -8
The Tsenpo raised a fist and the column halted. He then offered the woman a courteous gesture as was befitting of the Tamorjin and introduced himself. "I am Tenzin of the Teng, Tsenpo of Mabet, and guardian of the Teng Valley. I have traveled here for two purposes. First... to inform your people that the gates of Mabet are open. The Tamorjin are free to visit the city and trade, but they may not enter the Valley."
This information had no doubt reached Dzhmabul already, and Tenzin knew this. Stating the fact was only a formality. But it led into his next statement.
"Relations between our people are sour," he was referring to the rumors that his father might have been killed by the Tamorjin. "I hope that fostering trade will improve those conditions. In an attempt to prove my goodwill... I would like to pledge my cooperation with the Khan."
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