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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 20:44:34 GMT -8
 A handsome home built into the side of a single mountain, the lights are always lit and whether or not the Mayor is in residence, a room is always prepared. Such are the ways of the Gaiaton, hospitality at its finest. The inside is made much of stone, but it is stone carved so beautifully and with such care that one could easily forget that this was once the inside of a mountain. Beautiful murals and mosaic decorate the walls rather than paintings and tapestries and ornate statues of old gods and heroes decorate here and there. Plant life is lush here, and brightly colored birds are known to flutter in and out, although the servants always keep the home very clean. Beds are draped with light cloth and hung with beautifully decorated netting for privacy. For seeming "native," the home is beautiful in its simplicity and almost ingeniously laid out and prepared. No guest shall want for anything while staying with the Mayor of Gaiaton. |
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Robert Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 376 
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 14, 2015 13:44:39 GMT -8
Knock knock
Robert stands at the doorstep of his colleague and friend, Neferet. They've always gotten along, and he occasionally visits her to see how she's been doing. By his side is Bennik, his pet peacock. Bennik's feathers are a pure, snowy white, and he breathes fire. Great with kids. Robert reaches down to pet Bennik, who's currently bobbing up and down in excitement.
"Hello, Neferet! It's your rich and handsome best friend again! I'm here to say hello!"
He grins at the solid wooden door, chuckling to himself.
"Maybe she won't turn me down this time."
In his hand, he holds a massive bouquet of flowers.
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Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 14:11:55 GMT -8
The ash-kin male dismounted his horse, and calmed the beast with whispers in a primitive tongue so that his steed would not leave him. The horse had been relatively newly acquired, and he had yet to fully gain the levels of trust he desired in such a companion. Still, all things were to come.
He moved away, eyes turning up to face the mountainside home of the woman he had heard whispers and rumours of on the road. The prophetess, the one who spoke the future, who knew the will of whatever gods were out there. Krypt wasn't sure if he believed in gods, but he believed in oracles and seers, for his own people relied on them for better or for worse. But contrary to the 'truths' spouted by the ash kin shamans, he had heard that Neferet's words of wisdom were words of truth; that she had an uncanny ability to not only read the days to come, but to be correct when doing so. Thus, the further north he had travelled, the more he felt the burning desire to know what the future held for him.
There seemed to be another man waiting at the door to her home, but he ignored him. He didn't look particularly threatening, or like he had any business with the woman of any importance. So he moved past and knocked the door with his fist.
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Robert Fletcher
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Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 14, 2015 14:38:01 GMT -8
"Hey!"
Robert takes a step back as the massive man walks up and pounds on the door.
"Who do you think you are? You can't just..."
He trails off, realizing exactly how big this man is. Bennik hisses.
"Er...what do you want with Neferet? I was visiting her today."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 16:50:42 GMT -8
It took a moment, but the door opened. On the otherside was an older woman, who was friendly and weathered of face. Although her hair was peppered with white with age, the years had been kind to her.
Dressed in the light fashion of the people of Gaiaton, she looked first as the Ash King that was at the door. "Hello, traveler," she said to him and then looked to his white-haired companion. Her face immediately split into a smile.
"Robert! You've come to visit!" She swept forward, her henna-tattooed hands cupping Robert's face and kissing either cheek. "And you've brought Bennik with you!"
Rasha was the housekeeper of the Mayor's household, and had been so since before Neferet had been mayor. It was almost as if she came with the house itself. She leaned down and stroked the peacock's head and gave a knowing look at the bouquet Robert brought. "I hope you're not still trying to court her," Rasha warned with a good-hearted laugh on her voice.
She once more looked at the Ash Kin, and her expression was warm. "What might your name be, child?" she asked.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 14, 2015 18:01:06 GMT -8
Bennik squawks happily when the housekeeper pets him, rubbing his head affectionately against her leg. Robert grins when Rasha kisses him, although his face falls slightly when she turns to the Ash Kin.
"Yes, I brought Bennik! He wanted to see you. And I brought...er...flowers."
He holds them out.
"Medanese tulips. I figured you'd like them."
He winks at the housekeeper.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 18:16:11 GMT -8
"I seek my destiny," he told the woman, as her reached into a rather tight-fitting shirt (for not many could fit him) and pulled free a small, bone amulet onto which was carved an image of an eye staring into a star. "I seek to visit The Great Diviner, so that I may know if I am ever destined to be more than what I am now."
He lowered his amulet, then reached into his pocket and found a bag of gold. "I can pay," he assured, holding it out for the elderly woman to take.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 18:29:11 GMT -8
Rasha the Housekeeper took the heavy bag of coins that Krypt passed over. "Oh, my. I see. Hm."
She turned to Robert, and then laughed a little when he passed her the flowers. The elderly housekeeper blushed. "Oh, you always were a charmer."
"Well, both of you come in, come in." Her accent was light on her words, been mostly washed out with how many people she spoke to and lived around on a day to day basis.
She let them both enter, one man so different from the other. "If you'll both follow me," she said, and she lead them through the beautiful and unique hallways of the Mayor's Home.
Beautiful tiles lined the floor in wondrous mozaic prints. The walls shined with the murals that were painted all over them in bright and welcoming colors. Ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling to send light and sparkles over the walls and each window they past was a vista into a beautiful scarlet-red sunset over the lush green jungle, the rivers in the distance gleaming gold and wondrous birds flying from mountain to mountain, canopy to canopy for a night's rest.
She turned and she came upon an archway that was hung with gauzy curtains that lightly swayed in the breeze. A huge balcony stretched out before them, an intricate stone balustrade lining its edge. Potted plants were to either side, and there was Neferet.
Dark and exotic, she was wrapped in very snug yellow pants that showed off the caramel hue of her skin. Her stomach was bare but for a bandeau of the same color around her breasts, and her dark hair was wound up high on her head in a bun. That tattoos of her Ma'hati people were visible at the small of her back, between her shoulder blades, and her arm, and it was obvious that what she was doing was some sort of yoga.
"Madam Mayor?" asked Rasha. Neferet's back was to the men as she continued her slow movements that required absolute precision of a stream-lined and toned body.
"Yes, Rasha?" she asked, her voice quiet and steady.
"Mayor Robert Fletcher is here to see you and you have another visitor that wishes to see his future," Rasha said. "Oh, and Bennik is here."
Neferet laughed quietly. "A full house. When will dinner be ready?"
"Any moment now."
"Alright, I'll finish here and speak to them both. Thank you, Rasha."
The housekeeper bowed her head, then winked at Robert, gave a gentle smile to the Ash Kin, and stepped away to leave them on the balcony.
Neferet did not turn to speak to either of the men, but instead finished with her slow and graceful movements.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 14, 2015 18:37:53 GMT -8
Robert stands, grinning at Neferet. Bennik, however, runs right over. As his bird runs towards Neferet, Robert follows, jogging after.
"Sorry! So sorry! Bennik, please!"
Fortunately for Bennik, Robert is unable to catch up. The bird leans happily against Neferet's leg, giving a contented chirp. Robert sighs. Lucky bird.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 18:39:40 GMT -8
"Madame Great Diviner," he told her, bowing deeply to the point his body existed almost at a ninety-degree angle, "I have come here following the whispers and stories of your overwhelming wisdom, beauty and prophetic fortune-telling. I seek, and beg, for you to use your powers on me, for I desire nothing in this world more right now than to know what my future holds. To know if I will ever be more than the man I am now, or if this is the extent of my destiny."
After speaking, he slowly released from his bow and stood straight again, with both hands clasped together over his abdomen. His bow, she might have been able to note if she turned around, was rather stiff and forced. Bowing was a learned behaviour, not one ingrained in his own tribal culture, and thus he could not understand the significance behind it or perform it with the respect properly deserved. Even so, he had at least tried.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 19:32:57 GMT -8
"It's fine, Robert," Neferet said with a quiet laugh. The peacock was not touching any of her skin after all, rubbing its head against the thigh she balanced on.
It seemed, however, that she was not going to be able to finish properly. She lowered her arms and relaxed her body, coming to stand on both of her bare feet, a golden toe ring decorating one foot, a golden anklet around the other. Finally, she did turn around to face them, her tawny brown eyes taking in Kinzokan's stiff bow and Robert's close proximity.
As usual, she did not approach to hug, or even reach out to hold his hand. She couldn't, and Robert knew why. She truly was the forbidden fruit. She could not be touched, nor tasted, nor felt, only admired from a distance. And it worked the same way. She couldn't touch other people, either. She thought that she wouldn't miss it, but she did.
When she smiled, that loneliness seemed to show, along with the quiet strength and acceptance of the "gift" that had been granted to her. The Eye of Amun Ra. How lucky was she? They would whisper. "It's good to see you again, Robert. I assume you've gotten my letter, then."
"And you, honored guest. Please, do not bow. Not to me." She walked towards them but was careful to stay out of arm's reach of them both. "What you ask of me is heavier than I think you realize," she said to Krypt, her light brown eyes searching his face. All of her words were lightly accented, marking her as a native of the desert, not this lush, emerald jungle that grew around them. "I would like a chance to speak to you about this, but first, I think we should all eat as I'm sure all of you have traveled a long way."
She slipped by them both, the faint scent of her sweat mixed with the subtle jasmine perfume she used in her hair and on her skin. "Do you both plan on staying with me, or will you take up residence in the city?" she asked lightly as she walked bare foot into her home, expecting both of them to follow.
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Robert Fletcher
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Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 14, 2015 19:37:28 GMT -8
Robert sighs. It's such a shame. Such a beautiful woman, and he can't touch her...
"Bennik and I will stay at the local inn. We didn't want to impose on you. However, we might have to come over for dinner a couple of times, I never could resist Rasha's delicious cooking."
He pats Bennik on the head.
"And yes, I'm here because of the letter. Murders in the city? We recently had to deal with something similar in Ozmodias."
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 19:44:07 GMT -8
Krypt carefully tied the lace of his cloak, then followed the woman of the desert with a careful, distant pace. His own smell was not the most pleasant, as he was a man of hard work and constant sweat and had not been offered the chance to bathe for many days. Still, he was lucky that any scent he had was not too severe or particularly displeasing, and that any build of dirt or soot upon his body was camouflaged well by his unusual tone of skin.
"I am not here to take food that isn't mine," he told the woman. "But I will sit with you if you desire it. As for sleeping, I will not intrude upon your home or risk outstaying my welcome, so I will find a soft piece of ground outside if I am needed here overnight."
He kept a careful eye on her. A part of him didn't trust her, even after coming all this way to meet. It was a strange and selfish feeling, but it was almost as though Neferet was too... Humble, too nice, too welcoming, to be The Great Diviner he had heard so much about. Still, any thoughts of such nature were interrupted when he realized that the other man had spoken. Murders? This wasn't good. Krpyt had an unfortunate knack of being accused of crimes he had not committed, for his stature, colour, race, demeanour and strength made many quick to distrust him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 19:58:31 GMT -8
"Oh," Neferet said of both of their answers, almost with a note of disappointment. She even paused in her step, but continued walking. "Alright, I will see that you're both given comfortable rooms at wherever you choose for the night," she said, turning a little to look at them with a smile.
"No, you must stay and eat dinner. I've already had Rasha prepare extra for tonight." Her lashes lowered and she turned back around to walk to a wide staircase that spiraled down, handsome with its flickering sconces on the wall that seemed to make the images of the people painted there dance. Clearly, the Great Diviner had known that she would have guests. She just didn't know who they would be.
"We'll bathe, and then eat on the balcony. I'll discuss Gaiaton's problem then, Robert," she informed them as they came out into a small room. Servants were waiting, and while two each went up to the men and into their personal space to begin helping them out of their clothing, the servants that approached Neferet made a show of leaving her linens at her feet, and then they stepped away and let her be.
The baths were made in such a way that the room was whole, but there was a thick partition between them, a separation from man and woman. Neferet went to this side.
"After dinner, we'll discuss your request, ....?" she let the question trail off, her body unseen but her voice easily heard as it seemed she was asking for Krypt's name.
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Robert Fletcher
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Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 14, 2015 20:03:47 GMT -8
"Oh, alright. Dinner sounds good. And baths?"
Robert grins, following Neferet to the baths. However, his face falls when she heads to the women's side and the massive ash kin man goes to the men's side.
"Er..."
Rather uncomfortable with the whole situation, Robert gets into the bath. However, he does take the opportunity to admire the man's body. He's...well...large, in more ways than one. But he isn't drunk enough for that yet. Bennik runs around the partition to splash Neferet. Lucky bird.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 20:12:33 GMT -8
Krypt sighed cautiously as he entered the bath. He kept his distance from Robert, as he was sure it would be appreciated, and quickly used whatever sponge or flannel he could find to scrub himself down in the water. "It is Krypt, lady Neferet," he replied to the woman through what he assumed was a thick curtain. He couldn't see through it at any rate, as he discovered when curiosity got the better of him.
"I have given a bag of gold to your housekeeper as payment, however, I can also offer my services if that payment is not enough."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 21:37:30 GMT -8
"Just Neferet," she said from her side of the baths, washing her own skin of sweat and toil of the day. The hot waters were already relaxing her muscles.
"Hm," Neferet spoke. "I don't charge a fee for what I do," Neferet said. "It is likely that Rasha took the money because she could tell that is the sort of man you are. She's very good at that. But since you've offered, I would prefer to give the money back to you and use you in other ways."
She momentarily went under the water to soak her long dark hair, and then came up again, wiping her face and reaching for the oils and shampoos for her hair, water lightly splashing around her.
"Robert, I-- ah!" She laughed when she turned to see Bennik on her side of the baths, splashing at her. "Bennik, no! Stop," she laughed again and reached out a hesitant hand. She pet the bird and held her breath. As it happened every time she pet Bennik, she saw his death, as death was the natural order for animals and especially peacocks. At least it was a peaceful one, and because it did not effect Fate as much as those of a truly sentient being, she was able to withstand the shock.
"Robert, you mentioned murders in Ozmodias? Was the murderer caught then?" Neferet asked, and waited for the answer before ducking down to wash out her hair, and then she climbed from the bath, her splashes noisy and indicating what she was doing. A servant was there to carefully lay towels down on a bench and she wrapped herself in them, dried herself off and pulled on a dark robe of silk, wrapping it around and cinching it at her waist to cover her skin save but for her face, throat, and hands.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 14, 2015 21:47:16 GMT -8
"Bennik, stop that!"
Robert's exasperated voice comes through the partition. When Nefret asks about the murders, he chuckles.
"Don't you already know?"
He teases, but sighs. Oh, how he wished she wasn't an oracle, so that he could hold her, kiss her, het his hands on her beautiful body. Ah well. Speaking of beautiful bodies...he glances over at Krypt, grinning slightly.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 21:49:01 GMT -8
"I see. Well, I pay my debts, so whatever you ask, I will comply," Krypt stated, before submerging himself under the water as he sat at the bottom of the tub. Hair floating, bubble's rising, the ask kin stared through the clear water with eyes open and unphased by the aaccompanied stinging. At least two minutes passed, by which point Krypt could feel his lungs ache with the need for air, and his lips weakening upon their hold of what little oxygen remained. When he finally emerged, it was because he was on the verge of drowning.
Still, he was cleansed now, so he pushed his hair back behind his ears and then tied the front of his hair around the back in order to keep the rest in place. A few seconds later, he stepped out of the bath and accepted an offered towel, which he used to dry his upper body and face so that he could clothe himself again.
When dressed, he left the bathroom and quietly waited for Neferet to lead them to their destination.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 22:23:01 GMT -8
"Robert," she said with a mock scolding tone. She didn't know all things, but she almost did.
Once the men were out and robed, she smiled their way, fresh-faced and using one towel to dry the dark hair that fell over one shoulder.
"Now, we'll eat."
She led them back to the balcony where she had been doing her meditation. Dinner had been set by candlelight, and the scents of it were delicious in the air.
The calls of night birds and insects from the jungle could be heard, the stars shining in the sky. It was tranquil and peaceful, and she gestured that they sit down at the low tables with pillows around on the side.
Neferet handed off her towel to a servant and then whispered quietly that they wouldn't be needed while they ate. After sitting down, she elegantly reached forward to pour all of their tea.
"I suppose, I will begin with the murders. They were not by a man, but rather a beast. Two beasts."
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