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Post by Places to Go, People to Meet. on Jan 13, 2020 18:32:03 GMT -8
The Tareshrek Swamp, a muddy, water logged bog that spans across part of the border between Isra and Vessia. Teeming with life among its dark mangroves, the swamp remains largely untouched by the hand of man, leaving it to the animals and creatures that live within. Some might find this place to be gross and generally unpleasant, but most would also say that about the big cities. The trees climb tall from their vast stilted network of roots that jut out of the mossy banks and waters that teem with vegetation, fish, and all sorts of amphibians, and vines hang low and long from far above the lush canopy.
Light filters through the leaves, casting rays of sunshine through the fog that rises from the waters that only grow thicker as one approaches the various hot springs that litter the swampy area.
Many say its easy to get lost in such a place, as the trees seem to shift and grow abnormally quick, and there are stories of folk who end up lost in the woods being guided back by the swamp spirits, but their appearance is different in every tale. For a seasoned adventurer, however, navigating the swamps can be a breeze, especially those few who travel through regularly.
It makes for a great spot for these folks to get away to somewhere quiet, with its odd beauty and interesting sights.
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 13, 2020 18:41:12 GMT -8
Deep within the swamp, along one of the tracks known to only a few navigators and adventurers, sits a small camp in a clearing, basked in the rays of light from the setting sun, and set up beside a fresh mangrove, the roots and vegetation filtering the now clear water. Small colourful fish dart to and fro along the muddy bottom, while the larger, lazier fish float along without much care in the world.
The camp is made up of a medium sized tent, big enough for one or two people to sleep comfortably, with a bedroll and a backpack resting inside. There’s a small fire going, over which a small pot bubbles away at a bunch of somewhat fresh veggies and small pieces of meat, causing a delicious scent to waft up from the pot, especially as a cluster of herbs are added.
The owner of said camp steps back from the pot and sits back down on a thick, sturdy root that juts out of the ground, and turns his back to be against the tree it belongs to. The man’s unmistakably an Av’, standing tall, with large horns at either side of his head, and a tail that flicks behind him. His skin is a light shade of lavender, much like his hair, but his eyes glow a brilliant gold.
In his hand is a lute that he idly strums at, not playing a particular tune, at least not yet. Perhaps waiting for inspiration? Or maybe just enjoying a rest after a day of travel. Either way, Kahm’Tahrus Tes’Laya seems to be enjoying life.
For now, at least...
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 13, 2020 20:33:05 GMT -8
She ran.
Her breath strained her lungs and the bog grasped at her legs, making every step more exhausting than the last. The muddy waters smeared over her skin, her clothes, her hair, and weighed her down. Every inch of her body burned, muscles screaming, but she could not stop.
Behind her, shadows danced and slopped through the swamp in a manner clumsier than she. As she hurried, she pushed through a pair of mangroves, easing herself onto solid ground. She did so with a grunt before willing herself forward, stumbling onto a camp.
She took one look at the strange horned man before her and groaned.
"Shit." Another glance behind her. They were close now. She drew her sword, which was just as muddy as she, and yelled at the stranger, "Run!"
From between the trees, a great, slimy creature birthed itself from the mud, much like the woman before it. It had a face that was all mouth, two twiggy arms ending in claws, a fishy tail grown from the back of his head, and stocky webbed legs that grew straight down from that face.
Essentially, a mudskipper mixed with a demonic toddler.
The woman raised her sword above her head and brought it down onto the fowl creature, splitting its slimy head.
And when that one fell with a gurgle and a spit, six more took its place, swarming the woman born from the bog.
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 13, 2020 20:44:47 GMT -8
Plink… plink strum plink… Ah, what a fine day.
That is until he hears the distant thrashing and splashing of something coming from the bog. Damn it, a nice day about to be ruined by some beast. He peers up, a little lazily as his fingers continue to tug and pluck at the strings of his lute to see… oh! A very muddy, wet, woman. Not too hard on the eyes either, what a pleasant surprise.
“Good evening to you too, traveller,” he says as he watches her get ready, then cut the beast in two. And she’s a badass as well, it must be his lucky day! At least, it would have been if that was the only thing after her. He sighs and gets to his feet, somewhat casually for an unarmed man. “My legs are tired, friend, I’m afraid I’d rather not run. Perhaps a song to life one’s spirits?”
He turns towards the beast and hums to himself in thought, then his face brightens up. There’s a faint glow under his right sleeve, the same glow that he has in his eyes as magic pools around him. He begins to sing a song in the native Av’ language, poetic and with a catchy melody, but the more interesting thing is that an aura forms, tethering his glowing arm and his lips to the lute in hand.
With the final word, he grins, then strums the lute, forcing the pooled magical aura forward into a concussive blast, directly at the bog monsters and the mud they came from, sending water and dirt into the air ahead of them. He’s not finished, however, as he begins to sing again, but instead of letting it pool he plucks and strums at the lute, sending forward magical darts to barrage the little monsters.
He can’t help but look smug as he sings his weaponized song. A siren has nothing on this bard!
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 13, 2020 21:30:39 GMT -8
The woman had just been getting ready to shove her steel into the next fish creature, but a powerful force of magic had decided it would not be so. As they went tumbling, she shakily got onto her feet, using her sword as a crutch. As she lumbered, the whipping of flechettes through the air alerted her, and she watched them tear through her assailants. She looked over her shoulder, hair whipping around with a gross splat to the back of her head.
And she saw he was a bard.
A relieved smile lit up on her face, sullied by too much mud and what could be seen as blood, as well. Little scratches decorated her cheeks where twigs and thorns whipped at her skin. There were some deeper gouges from where the creatures assailed her.
"Is this the part where I cry 'My hero!' and faint into your arms?" she laughed, just before coughing and clutching her ribs. "At least one of those can be done."
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 13, 2020 23:39:33 GMT -8
The bard watches the last of the flechettes zip into the final little monster before bowing with a flourish. Quite the performance he puts on, one he'll have to remember for future story telling. The story of the bog beauty and the bothersome buggers. Hm, he'll have to workshop the title…
He chuckles as he puts his lute down and moves to support the warrior. Though he may be thin and athletic, he still has the mass to hold her up should she need it. He doesn't even complain when his fancy outfit gets muddy. "I won't complain if you did," he says as he kneels down beside her. "It would do wonders for my already inflated ego. A beautiful woman, me being called a hero, oh, what a world that would be." He chuckles lightly as he guides her down to a seated position.
"Easy now, take a seat, my friend," he continues. "What did you do to piss off those little monsters? Insult their queen? Aaah you said her tits were saggier than an old sad sack of potatoes, didn't you?" He asks, following a small laugh. "I've been there before. Though, I believe it was a mayor… and a man… hm." Though making an attempt to bring down the adrenaline, his story is told to cover the fact that his eyes are searching her wounds, assessing her.
"I blame bad wine," he finally says as he reaches over her and into one of the packs by his log bench. "Speaking of, here. I think you could use this more than I can for the moment." He pulls out a half full bottle of red wine and hands it to the warrior without hesitation, though judging by the scent on his breath, the bottle may have been full an hour ago. Still, he doesn't seem drunk… just not sober either.
"You've taken quite a beating," he says as he sits down beside her, lute in hand. "You can't go running around the swamps like that, you'll find nothing but trouble, and most likely your end. Having one less beautiful person in the world would be such a tragedy, so do hold still." He clears his throat and begins to strum a slow, but beautiful song on his lute. The tattoos along his now muddy sleeved arm glow once again, as does the gold in his eyes as they fix in the worst of the warrior's wounds. As he begins to sing in his native tongue, a green aura builds along his lute, powered from his words, and slowly blankets over her wounds. An Av' healing song, one very few outside of their people experience, but not a foreign concept to anyone who has travelled with an experienced bard.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 14, 2020 10:10:29 GMT -8
"What makes you think I was looking for anything other than trouble?" she quipped with a smirk. "This is my second time through this swamp and the first time I was cursed by a bog witch to become one of her minions. Somehow I was able to find a virgin to bathe me in spring water to rid me of the curse... in Isra, of all places. I suppose I haven't learned my lesson."
As he played his lute and she took a swig of wine, the woman felt her cracked rip snap back into place and groaned into the bottle. She also felt the gouges in her skin stitch back together, along with a finger she didn't know she'd broken into pieces. Some of the scratches and all of the aches remained, but for as far as she was concerned, she was right as rain.
The warrior blinked rapidly several times and patted herself down. She then looked up to the 'Av and smiled again. "So what's the catch?" she asked, fishing for her coin pouch. "I haven't got much. I'm on my way back to collect a bounty." Then tossed it towards him. "Though I admit, you're a rather smooth talker. If it's something else you want, I'm sure you're going to want me to wash up some-"
She grabbed the end of her boot and pulled, emptying it of muddy water and silt. It was there that she spotted several leeches that had grabbed onto her skin. The warrior mumbled several curses as she reached down and began to twist them off with her fingers, leaving small, freely bleeding abrasions in her skin.
For some reason another, she paused, then raised her head to get a real good look at the bard.
"Gods above. You're purple," she exclaimed softly. "I haven't even seen a purple bloke in Isra." Her golden eyes met his own, transfixed for a long, drawn-out second. "How rude of me. Kasimir's the name. And you?"
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 14, 2020 13:02:27 GMT -8
"A virgin? In Isra?" The Av' asks as he strums idly on his lute, satisfied by the work he had done. His eyes dance over her form, still looking for any wounds he had missed, but now that there wasn't anything pressing the pair for time, he takes the time to admire her form. Still muddy and a little bloody, but she still isn't hard to look at in the slightest. "You may have found the rarest thing of all, my friend," he says with a winning smile. "They never last long there." Not that he's speaking from experience…
"Lessons are for the schools, friend," he continues as he shifts and sits back against the log, now facing the fire. With the waning light of day, the world had gotten a little chillier, particularly now that the battle has cooled off. "And I never did like school. Far too boring."
At the mention of purple, he raises an eyebrow with amusement. "Purple as the day I was born," he says with a bright smile, his golden eyes not leaving the warrior's. "Kahm'Tahrus, and it is a joy to meet someone so wonderfully... gifted." Of course, he's not talking about her skills, which is evident by how his eyes flick to her body for just a brief moment. Bards, they just don't know when to quit.
"No catch," he says, finally taking his eyes away, as he leans his lute against the log and shifts again onto one knee. He takes a spoon from beside the fire and tastes the stew he had been cooking and hums. A bit longer would do it. "You needed help, I happened to be here. Wouldn't you have done the same? No matter." He looks back to her, eyes dancing over her form again. Well, if she's offering… his eyes look out into the swamp and he tuts. "You won't be collecting a bounty at this rate, the swamps can be treacherous at night."
He turns his attention back to Kasimir, his eyes a little hungrier than before. "Why don't you spend the night here? Enjoy a meal, heal a little." He lets out a slight chuckle as he sits back on his rump. "Then again, perhaps you aren't going to get much rest, from that look I get the feeling you want to find out if I'm purple all over." His warm grin turns a little mischievous. "Wash up, and you may find out."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 16, 2020 9:38:50 GMT -8
She was in a swamp with a strange purple man who saved her from rabid fish-men, who was taking her up on an offer for exchanging killing her persues and healing her for a night in the tent together.
Kasimir thought about this as she washed up, clearing the mud and the leeches off of her body. Most sane men wouldn't dream of bedding the mud monster that was birthed from the swamp, covered in filth the way she was that day. Perhaps the bard was desperate? Who knew how long it had been since he'd known a woman stuck in this wretched place. It all came up rather fast. Was he really to be trusted? She supposed if he wanted to kill or hurt her, he could have done that already.
Her sword was kept close, right by the spring just in case. How did he know she was to be trusted? He was just a rather friendly lad.
Perhaps she was overthinking things, as he was a bard, of all things. The most she had to do was give him a shag and be on her way; it was nothing she hadn't done before.
She squeezed out her hair and took a gander at herself, sighing at the large, splotchy bruises that were beginning to turn a deep violet. Kas laughed and yelled a joke to the bard about also being purple all over. Her clothes slopped onto the rocks when she finished scrubbing them out.
"Have you been here long?" she asked, peering over the spring to where he was. "Where are you traveling to?"
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 16, 2020 14:06:11 GMT -8
Quite the stroke of luck ol' Kahm had found himself in, finding such a beauty deep in the swamp, even if she had come out all muddy. It didn't really matter to him, mud could be washed away easily with just a little water, and thankfully the swamp had plenty of it, all naturally filtered. As his new companion stripped down, he couldn't help but peer over from the fire, admiring her confidence, and how she didn't seem to care that she's naked around a complete stranger. Then again, he never seemed to mind, himself.
The question is, is she one of the crazy sort? To hop straight into bed with a stranger? Well, he had just saved her from the boglings, and could have possibly saved her life, or at least a lot of pain with his healing song, plus the fact he looks as dashing as he does, then there's the pure adrenaline… perhaps not every woman would jump at the opportunity to thank him in such a way, but she seems travelled, and has no time to mince words. Suits him just fine, it had been a few days since he last someone to enjoy.
The Av' chuckles and rolls his eyes at Kas' motion to her body, which had indeed turned a splotchy purple. Of course, once his eyes had settled, he goes back to admiring her as he stirs his pot, and doesn't look away as she approaches the camp again. "Not for very long, just a day or two. I'm just passing through this place on my way back to Isra," he says as he lifts the ladle from the pot. Hm, looks good! He picks up his own bowl and grabs a spare from his pack and serves the stew into both. "If you are heading my way, you would be welcome to join me. It's a couple of nights trek and…" he looks her over again. "I am enjoying your company."
With a cheeky smirk, he dives into his stew. Ah, delicious, just how mother used to make. "You know, I think that is the fastest I have ever gotten anyone out of their clothes," he comments between bites, eyes dancing over her and lingering in places, especially her chest. He usually had a bit more manners than that, but he got the feeling she wouldn't mind. "Fastest I've convinced anyone to sleep with me too. I think it was quite the stroke of luck us meeting today." Then he chuckles again. "Otherwise I'd have to settle for stroking my luck."
He then looks between the two as he chews another mouthful of his wonderful stew. "Hm. Now I feel overdressed."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 19, 2020 18:37:35 GMT -8
"I object! The way I remember it, I was the one to make the suggestion first," she called from the spring. Indeed, she didn't seem to care if his gaze lingered, but not so much out of interest all on its own. "Though I admit I may have meant it in jest. Usually, people are too astonished to jump on the offer."
The warrior twisted her hair between her hands and squeezed out as much of the water as she could. She then reached for her pack and picked out a tunic she'd robbed from a wealthy knight. She also pulled out a necklace: simply a pink pearl caged in delicate silver bars. Anyone who'd passed by Isra and feared any ill-timed children from a tryst with their lovers knew what it was. Fertility wards were all the rage since Regina Fletcher came to the city. They were the cheapest and most casual of her enchantments, and since Kasimir had done more than a few odd quests for the artificer, she was given one for free. Perhaps it had something to do with her son returning, but Kasimir wanted to believe the old hag was being nice for once in her life.
She slipped it over her neck and pulled herself out of the spring. Before she joined Kahm, she splatted her wet clothes on a branch.
"I'd gladly come along, as I'm on my way back there. I'll be running off with an old party of mine right after, though. No rest for the young, I suppose."
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 19, 2020 18:53:00 GMT -8
The Av’ smirks as he sips on his stew, still watching the woman as she settles in. That necklace catches his eye though, one he was all too familiar with, but never been able to get his nimble hands on. The only ones he had found for sale had been expensive, so he had made do with his infertility potions. “Only a fool doesn’t snatch at an opportunity when it presents itself. Forgive me if I’m eager to jump at the offer, but I’ve never been one to turn down such a suggestion.”
He gives a light shrug before eating another mouthful of stew, still watching Kas but now to see her reaction to the meal he had prepared. “Don’t worry about it, though,” he says, shifting and resting his back against the log nearby. “If you really did mean it in jest. Just gazing on your beautiful form is reward enough for me, my friend. It will fill my dreams for nights to come, I’m sure.” He smiles warmly, locking away the sight of her naked body in his mental vault. By the look of that necklace though, perhaps it wasn’t quite in jest after all.
He listens as she speaks of her plan, and takes the opportunity to get a spoonful or two of his wonderful stew into his belly. “I would be glad for the company, my friend,” he says, settling it there. “I think Isra will be a crossroads for me as well, so there will be no hard feelings if you run off into the night. All I ask is that you say goodbye and not take any of what little I have.” He smiles brightly at that, mostly poking a bit of fun at the fact that they are very much strangers. “I’ve heard of a town that only appears to those who seek it out. If I can find it, I will have one hell of a story to tell and a song to sing. Should bring in some coins at the taverns, one should think.”
His eyes wonder over her tunic now, making some mental notes, first that its ill fitting, so he doubts it was made for her, but also the quality of the fabric. “That’s quite the outfit,” he says, then winks. “Whoever you… acquired it from must have been quite well off.” Two and two usually equalled four, and he had the feeling she may not have come across that tunic by chance.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 19, 2020 20:15:14 GMT -8
"Please. If I'm going to offer anything it's not going to be something I'm going to take back that easily. Even if it's in jest. I do have some honor." She took the soup while she spoke, thanking him softly. She took a mouthful, and with it, her attention waned. She was closing her eyes to savor the taste. Oh, how long had it been since she had anything more than tough, cured meat? Too long.
The rest of the soup followed down her throat quickly as she listened, trying to continue the conversation here and there. She expressed interest in this mysterious town. "I feel as though... I've heard of it, but the memory is so distant I can't grasp it." Her brow quirked. "Perhaps just in a rumor somewhere, like you. I'll await your fascinating tale if we ever meet after your journey. Assuming you find it, anyway."
With the last of her soup, she placed the bowl down, rubbing her stomach with a satisfied smirk. She slid down so that her head was on the log and her toes close to the fire, tingling from the heat.
"They were quite well off and an asshole," she admitted. "He wasn't going to miss it and he took too much money for too little work, so I took it upon myself to make sure I was getting what I deserved." She did not mince her words and was upfront, as she often was. "I do not steal from those who don't deserve it, especially if they've saved my life and fed me. What cruelty that would be."
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 19, 2020 20:33:05 GMT -8
Her insistence on following through with her offer sends a flutter through Kahm’s heart. Who is this wonderful woman? Willing to give herself to him as thanks, and ask for nothing further? He wishes he met more like her, folks who didn’t have the heart to get attached. Yes, he sometimes felt bad when he had to leave his companions behind, he wasn’t heartless after all, but his first and only true love is to the roads he travels, and the roads don’t get jealous or needy. Everyone he meets along the way, well… they were usually just a bit of fun. “Well, if you insist, I’ll accept your offer. Once you’ve had a chance to relax, of course,” he says with another warm smile.
He puts his bowl down, now finished, and merely watches her savour his cooking for just a moment. “Good, isn’t it?” he asks, folding his hands over his tummy as he reclines back and lets out a long sigh as she speaks once again. “Rumours are born from somewhere, but they don't interest me as much as where they come from. The original story, the truth behind it. If it turns out to be some old man in a tavern on the other side of the world making it all up, well there will be a story to tell of the journey.” He peers from the canopy above to his new companion and smirks mischievously. “I’ll find it,” he says with absolute confidence. “And if I don’t, I’ll lie, like those little old men in their taverns. You’ll never know.” He offers her a wink of his golden eye, then a hearty laugh.
As she tells of her thieving exploits, he can’t help but smile from ear to ear. “There is a certain... “ he lifts a hand and rolls it as he mentally translates between Av’ and the common tongue, searching for the right word. “I suppose excitement and satisfaction to be had when you take from those who have everything, isn’t there?” he asks, then reaches up to tap one of the golden bands around his horn. “This was once a very wealthy lady’s golden bracer. She was generally arrogant and unpleasant to spend much time around, but had a fine rear end and I was able to stop her speaking much during our time alone.” What ever could he mean by that?
“I managed to slip away with it when she was sleeping, just before her husband returned.” He chuckles as he remembers the night fondly. He had nearly forgotten a shoe! “I had it smelted and refitted. It is… a bit of a trophy.” He looks over to her with his mischievous smile. “I wouldn’t say I deserved it, but… neither did she.”
He nestles back against the log and looks up through the canopy at the stars which had come out as the sun had retreated across the horizon. “I thank you, fellow traveler,” he says, eyes gleaming in the firelight. “You would not find anything worth taking anyway. My jewelry would be quite hard to pry off.”
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 20, 2020 17:55:14 GMT -8
"Lie or truth, I'm sure the tale will be entertaining," she said, wiggling her toes into the heat. "As is that one. I didn't take you for a mistress! Perhaps I wasn't judging enough. The horn bandles are nice, though, well worth all the trouble it could have gotten you into."
She looked up into the sky, chewing on her lip. "I'm not sure I do it for excitement. Spite, perhaps. Revenge, certainly. The excitement is in knowing they get what they deserve... or are losing what they didn't. I wouldn't call it justice stealing but it certainly rights the world a little more than it wrongs. Good on you, though I'd have loved to hear about what happened if you did leave that shoe behind."
Turning her head to look at him, Kasimir quirked a brow. She glanced to her right, making sure she remembered to pick up her sword and lay it close, then tapped her chin. "I don't know if I'm so convinced. It looks like it could just-" The warrior scooched closer to him, lifted a leg, and perched atop his hips. She then reached out with her fingers to grab the jewelry stuck to his horns and pulled ever so gently.
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 20, 2020 18:22:04 GMT -8
“Oh, I’m just the prettiest mistress around,” Kahm says, gesturing to himself in a rather feminine way, then he lets out a huff of amusement. “I didn’t know she was married until she told me to get out, otherwise I would not have done it. Actually…” He looks over to Kas and grins. “I cannot understate how good her arse was. Just… perfect. Not unlike your own, I may add.” He offers a wink and sits back again. “And I thank you, its one of my favourite pieces, yes it is beautiful, but it also holds a story, which is much more important.”
It looks like he’s about to say something, but blinks in surprise as he finds her sitting on his lap. His hands immediately rest on her thighs, feeling the skin beneath his finger tips, and enjoying the view for what it is; a gorgeous, loosely clad woman. He shifts his head a little as she pulls on his jewelry, but the band doesn’t move. Perhaps the horn has grown around it? Perhaps its been attached? Or maybe its just perfectly fit. Either way, he grins up at her attempt, and more importantly at the fact that her chest is very much in his face.
“See?” he asks. “It’ll take a little more than a tug of my horn to get any reward.” With that, he winks again, making a terrible innuendo. His smile fades as he realises this, and he lets out a disappointed smile. “Now I know I can do better than that…” As can his hands, as one shifts from her thigh and moves to rest on her cushioned rear, where it grips lightly for now, getting just a small feel for the build under that tunic. So far? He’s very impressed, and Kasimir could probably tell.
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 20, 2020 19:42:04 GMT -8
"Bollocks, I was sure it could come off easier than that," she fussed casually, though the movement of her hips spoke of everything but. She looped a finger around the curls of his horns. "Do you like it when they're pulled?"
With her other hand, Kasimir grabbed one of his and guided it to her front. "I'm afraid I don't know much about..." She gestured to him, wholly. "So I'll need a bit of tutoring."
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 21, 2020 5:04:01 GMT -8
"Oh you would not be the first to try and take it," he says as his hands continue their gentle knead but they let go almost immediately when they're touched by her own. His hand slips up the front of her tunic, brushing against the bare skin of her stomach, before it comes to rest on her breast. There, it gently squeezes, getting a feel for it's shape and size, while letting the nub of her nipple slip between his skilled fingers.
"I should think you are experienced," he says as he shifts and begins pulling the tunic up and off, with a little help. He didn't much care for the garment, not when there's something so much better beneath. "Perhaps you mean an Av'..." He leans in and places a soft kiss on her collarbone, then another on her neck, careful not to put any pressure on her bruises. "We have plenty of time to learn."
He looks up at her as he pulls away. "Pulled? Not so much…" then a grin flashes across his handsome face, and a fire burns in the gold of his eyes. "Held on to… very much so."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Jan 22, 2020 19:19:52 GMT -8
Kasimir reflected Kahm's grin, fingers fiddling with the belt that kept his breeches on. "Is there anything else I should know about? It's easy to pick out the purple and the horns-" She pulled the pants down roughly, musing with a raise of her brows and a whistle. "Well, I guess I got to find out for myself."
There were more shared smiles as she slid a hand to the back of his neck, drawing him into her as she fluttered kisses along the top of his head, over those magnificent horns that curled around his skull like a crown. The other hand slid between them, traveling over the buttons over his shirt and unraveling them before they found their destination.
The swamp was filled with many sounds that evening; at times they were sighs and laughter, at others yelps and gasps. There they laid, two palms in holy palmers' kiss, with no other company than their own.
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Kahm'Tahrus
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 24
Physical Description: Kahm'Tahrus stands at just under the male average for Av', at 192cm (6'3"), with a lean, somewhat athletic build. He's no warrior, instead relying on his devilishly handsome good looks and silver tongue.
His skin is a light shade of pinkish-lavender, with a slightly lighter shade coating his long, well coiffed hair, and his eyes burn a brilliant gold. His horns curl back, then forward once again, and are crested with golden bands on each side, with his right horn adorned with a small sun trinket that dangles down from its middle.
His right arm sports several Av' traditional tattoos, but the rest of his body is unmarred and clear of any markings or even scars, a stark contrast to his elder sisters, a pair of Warrior Av'. He claims he wouldn't mind a scar, he thinks the ladies would like it, and his sisters are all too eager to help.
Clothes and Equipment: Kahm travels light, usually wearing a pair of nice, loose traveling breeches and a pair of nicely polished boots. He wears a lovely, always clean white shirt with a handful of buttons, purely for his audience's benefit, and usually a fine leather vest, studded and embroidered with golden thread.
On top of it all, he usually sports a fine purple, blue, and red coat, one that compliments his skin and catches the eye of anyone who isn't already caught by his singing or musical prowess.
For equipment, he brings along the standard Av' travel pack, a bedroll, a pot and pan, a hatchet, that sort of thing. Things that an Av' wouldn't be caught without, thinks to make basic shelter and meals.
His prized possessions, however, are his instruments. He carries a lute, a violin, and a flute with him wherever he goes, as music tends to be the way he chooses to spread joy and make coin.
Finally, in case of emergencies, he carries a dagger with him wherever he goes. His older sister, Shyv'Ahna always bugs him to carry something more substantial, but he always brushes it off. Then again, he wouldn't mind a rapier...
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Post by Kahm'Tahrus on Jan 22, 2020 19:48:42 GMT -8
Kahm’s belt takes a little fiddling to get loose, but once it and his breeches are pulled away, there’s nothing holding him back. “I try to leave something to be discovered,” he says as he caresses her chin, gazing into her eyes. “It never disappoints.” His lessons in Av’ anatomy are thorough and captivating, and they prove more than interactive for his diligent student.
As the night goes on, the Av’ revels in the sensation of her bare skin against his, and his lips explore her body with such passion and only a little grace. His hands hold her close to him, not willing to let go for even a moment, claiming her for his own, even if it is just for a night. The night air is filled with his laughter that echoes her own as their passion renders their words useless, soon replacing it with the primal sounds of two lovers, trapped in each other’s embrace.
To say the pair made any form of love would be a falsehood, as there is no hint of a deep spiritual connection. The connection between the pair is more or less just the physical as they lay by the fire, bare against its warmth and the light of the stars above. Time is lost to the pair, until finally their bodies tense and their very existence is taken to another plane, one that exists beyond the fabric of reality.
At least, that’s how it feels.
Their embrace lasted for only a few moments more before Kahm is reduced to a naked, panting, grinning fool as the Av’ rolls onto his back, staring up at the stars above, basking in the heat of the fire on one side, and the warmth of his lover to the other. “I have to... save people more often…” he pants before peering to his side. “I think you and I... are going to make fine friends, Kas.” With that, he lets out a small, amused chuckle as he slips an arm under her shoulders.
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