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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 8:37:00 GMT -8
 The Market District is located in the City Commons and where you can find the Providers Guild building. The Merchant's Guild also has a building in this office, although whether anyone is there or not is up to the hours. The Market District is where you will buy your textiles, your necessities, and your food for cooking-- the raw materials for making whatever it is your desire, from the mundane to the ornate. Cheap wares can also be bought here, such as cheaply and quickly made clothing, jewelry, household items, and food. For finer quality made goods, you'll have to travel to the Artisan District. |
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Kinzokan Krypt
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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 18, 2015 22:08:55 GMT -8
Krypt entered the district from the direction of lady Neferet's home, with a spear in one hand that he carried like a staff in order to avoid the possibility of someone thinking of him as an armed, aggressive thug. He was much more refined than that!
However, it was easy to see why many people thought of him as little more than a beast himself. Since moving to the mainland, cultural integration had been a slow and still incomplete path. He had tried, of course, to be polite and 'sensitive', but he longed for the times where he could simply revert to his simplistic, tribal self.
"Can someone here tell me of the beasts who are murdering people?" He called out, right in the middle of the area, caring little if they looked at him as an insane individual. He knew no-one there, nor did he know which building to go to. The only option, therefore, was to ask.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2015 22:09:41 GMT -8
A tug of Krypt's hand caught his attention. A small child with wide eyes looked up to him, and then tugged to pull him over to the Provider's Guild Building, which looked no different than any other.
Just as the child did so, the massive and muscled Akbar walked up with Fenris and his few scouts with him. Akbar was chagrined to see Krypt. It seemed that Neferet's requests had been seen to by many men, and the salty guard wondered if they came for the beasts, or the Oracle.
Akbar tipped his head. "Inside," he said, sizing up the grey skinned warrior who seemed to be his equal in shape, even if younger and perhaps more toned. Akbar was in his fifties, but it would be hard to ascribe the man an age.
Once inside, he had the foreigners move into a room with a bookshelf of scrolls, and a low table with pilows around it. Akbar was blunt and straight forward.
"The beasts have killed 62 men in three weeks," he told them. "They come under the cover of darkness and have not been fully seen, but their tracks are a mixture of cat and gorilla. They are creatures unlike any of us have seen, and of which only legends speak."
He reached for a scroll and unfurled it. The language was ancient. "None have been able to decipher the words," Akbar stated with chagrin. "It is a language older than Gaiaton, from a civilization long past, but the creature is here." He pointed to a creature the brought to mind a gorilla's forefront and a leopards hind quarters.
"They learn quickly. I believe I have wounded one of the beasts' faces, its eye. They fell for a trap, but escaped, both alive. Then, they used the same mechanics to ensnare a hunting party and slaughter all of them. That ocurred just last night. Neferet will be attending a memorial for those that have been lost."
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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 20, 2015 8:56:49 GMT -8
"Which area does it strike most often? Have you taken a map, added to it the points of attack, and from there discovered what area it or they most often kill in? Do you have a target that you believe might be attacked next, whether bait or otherwise? In the land I am from, beasts are just as fearsome as this, if not more so. We are taught to use bait, traps and every advantage to slay them. In fact, as I look at this... Impression of the beast, I see no hardened leather skin, or scales to deflect blows from bladed weapons or the point of a spear. This means that they are un-armoured, which means that we although it may be advantageous to do so, we do not need to surround it; which means that with good planning, a single strong man could kill both."
Krypt reached into a small pocket by his hip and drew from it the bones and like of several small animals, including the skull of a small bird and a crab's claw. He cast these runes to the table surface, and watched them scatter and fall silent. He looked at the result, then without saying a word, gathered them back into his hands.
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Post by Fenris on Nov 20, 2015 14:23:07 GMT -8
Fenris was surprised his men were allowed to follow. The people here were perhaps skilled in their own rite, and sieging such a city would be tough at least through conventional means, however he needed more information. His striders followed in his wake as he studied his surroundings, finding all the different cultural influences to be somewhat conflicting, but he kept his thoughts to himself. He did however ask one thing. "What made you all decide now was a time to enhance your defenses?" he asked his large guide.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2015 19:31:38 GMT -8
"We have only very crude maps," Akbar stated, and it seemed he was disgusted by this. If either one of the men were noticing details, they'd notice that Akbar dressed more like a bedouin than he did a jungle native.
He gestured with his hand at the window to the bright, colorful streets outside. "The people of Gaiaton do not use maps. They singwalk, as they call it. Or dreamwalk. I have never heard of such a thing until I came here, but this place. These people. Their written language is pictures, and their maps are in their heads. I have traced what I could."
He glanced at Krypt as he began to speak about beasts and toss his bones. Akbar snorted, but said nothing else. Then, he looked at Fenris and his men as they asked the question.
"That is Neferet, and the influence of the Exalted Phoenix State. The people of Gaiaton do not know of walls and fences." Again, it seemed as if Akbar was displeased by this. He unraveled the map, and it was indeed crude. It was obvious, however, that all the attacks were either on the road, or in the camps of the workers.
"We only think these are the beasts," Akbar reminded Krypt, with a nod to the scroll. "None of us have truly seen them in the light, but it is our best guess. Although these animals have incredible strength, they rely more on their agility and stealth."
A knock on the door had Akbar looking up and a handsome man that looked like a sly and well dressed courtier of Gaiaton came inside.
"Opong," Akbar greeted. "What can I do for you?"
"A trillow whispered of men to fight the beasts," the man said with a smile. "I have come to make sure such heroes visit my establishment, the Golden Leopard."
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Post by Fenris on Nov 20, 2015 19:53:32 GMT -8
Fenris narrowed his dark brows as Ackbar explained the situation more fully. He probably shared a similar mentality to the locals in terms of finding his way, his sensory awareness was his greatest attribute. Something he tried to hone with keen judgement. "The Pheonix State..." A memory flashed in his head. "I have had only one sole interaction with a person from there." the memory brought a faint smile to his face, which showed emphasized feral canine teeth. "If that was an indication of their typical conduct I would understand the need to enhance security..."
"Beasts..." was this another threat. Something did not sit well with him. "There is probably more to these attacks than it seems, perhaps something is directing these killings, perhaps they lead to a greater goal, or are merely a distraction..." he felt he might as well chime in, since that's what he had essentially come here to do. "My men rely on stealth as well, and take after the ways of beasts... Since we came here to help, we might as well start now..." and unless stopped he would tell one his striders to head back outside the gates to tell the rest of his men of the issue.
"I should tell you I brought a much greater force... They are beyond in the jungle getting used to the surroundings... I will have investigate and or hunt." he admitted in the interest of transparency. He turned his gaze to the more well dressed man. "A cantina?" Fenris asked.
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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 20, 2015 20:04:04 GMT -8
"In that case, they are more likely to strategise, plan and work as a team than they are to randomly attack with brute force. This means that they'll be harder to catch, but probably easier to kill when we do. Has anyone investigated the possibility that they are beasts who hide amongst the populace, perhaps taking different forms? Or even transforming like some form of were-beast?"
As he spoke, he chose to ignore Akbar's snort and his clear displeasure with almost everything.
"Either way, tracks must exist. Signs, clues, evidence must be left behind. I say we split up, go to each of the marked sites and look for tracks while it is still daylight. I notice some of these attacks take place on the road, but if I am not mistaken, they all take place during the night. We should stop people from travelling at night. Empty the roads, even of patrols of warriors. The others take place in these worker camps, so we should evacuate all of them, then occupy the camp in the area that has seen the highest density of attacks and set a trap for night."
It seemed clear that Krypt had a mind for at least basic tactics; especially when it came to dealing with beasts. His own home gave him those skills, where dangerous creatures were a constant threat. Where working and thinking in just such a manner was often the only thing to save a camp.
"But while we do this, we should have the native warriors watch the town and form an all-encompassing perimeter. The openly guarded areas should be continued to be openly guarded, but even those that are not, the outskirts, the back streets, the homes, should be watched by hidden fighters with the goal of simply observing. Not only for the protection of the people, but so that we can discover whether these beasts move into or out of Gaiaton at any point. We can lay our trap, but if it does not work, we will still need to find them and ruling out our own backyard is as good a place to start as any."
He sighed, stopping speaking only when the man came in to advertise his 'Golden Leopard'. When the man finished, he looked as though he was going to comment on the rather unapologetic way he had attempted to gain customers during what was clearly a meeting of crisis.
Instead, he added a last point to his plan. "Personally, I think they have some lair in the jungle, or hide in the trees outside the city. But we cannot search an entire jungle."
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Post by Fenris on Nov 20, 2015 20:22:15 GMT -8
Fenris listened to Krypt, not having been introduced to him in all actuality, but his plan seemed somewhat sound. "I am willing to follow this, but my men will remain outdoors even in the night." he said. "They are willing to test their luck, even in unfamiliar land, plus I don't think it would bode well for one hundred and fifty of my men to suddenly come into the settlement." he told him.
"My men will spot the trees, stay in them and we will at least see if that is where they stay." he told Krypt. "If you wish to start tracking these things and split into groups now might be the best time..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 8:49:48 GMT -8
Akbar's back stiffened with the way Fenris seemed almost hostile about the Phoenix State. To Akbar's mind, this almost extended to Neferet.
"Neferet was a Princess of the Great Tribes of the Desert that the Phoenix State says it claims," Akbar said, offended for a party that was not even present. It was clear that Akbar was absolutely worshipful of Neferet, extremely loyal, and quick to judge. Was Akbar quick to forgive, however? It remained to be seen. "She has brought security and organization to Gaiaton with the influence of the Phoenix State, and it is because of this that there is any protection for this city and its people at all."
The people of Gaiaton were easy going enough to allow physical changes to happen, but things like curfew and rules were harder to enforce, especially without a central police or guard. Neferet had made so many other changes to the city, that she felt as if forcing the citizens into uncomfortable circumstances was not necessary. For three years it had not been necessary until this attack had happened.
Opong, who sat through this, cupped his elbows and seemed to rock back on his heels, comfortable to stand there. He wore a cloth over one shoulder that was belted at his narrow, lean waist with gold, and pants of burnt orange that were loose but clasped around his calves with bands of deep purple, decorated with golden and green thread. A large gold earring was at one ear, and an ever present Cat's Smile was on his lips.
Akbar's manner had gotten even more stiff since the businessman had arrived, in obvious dislike of Opong's appearance.
"We are not without our hunters and our warriors," he said of Krypt and Fenris, who seemed to be treating this situation as if Gaiaton were idiots who didn't know what they were doing. "We have tracked them, which is how we learned that they must be a beast such as this. The creatures realized what we were doing, and then began to take to the trees, leaving no tracks to follow but those they left when they attacked.
"Once it became clear who and where they were attacking, Neferet ordered the workers to return to Gaiaton at night, but these people are superstitious. They not only believe that someone has stolen from a tomb from the Valley of the Kings, but they believe the road is now cursed and they should not work on it.
"We have searched the jungle. We continue to search the jungle while my numbers dwindle with fear. It as if these creatures disappear. But..." Akbar had to acknowledge that the idea that these creatures might be WEREcreatures held some merit. "Perhaps we should begin looking IN the city." Akbar rubbed his large hand at his jaw.
A glance up at Fenris as he mentioned 150 men, and that they would stay in the jungle. "That is your folly. The Living Jungle is home to more than just these two beasts." Even so, Akbar, who was used to a more war-like style than these relaxed Gaiaton people, was alarmed that an entire 150 men were brought here.
The jungle atmosphere was thick, humid, and hot. Plants that looks beautiful and inviting were poisonous, along with its fruit. Venomous animals blended easily with the thick crowding of plants in the jungle, and predators were everywhere in the Living Jungle. Size did not matter; stamina did.
Opong finally laughed. "Do you men actually think that you'll be able to just march into that jungle, find the beasts on a silver platter and slaughter them so easily?" Opong shook his head and dropped his arms. "Well, if you do, a free meal on me, hm?"
He turned to Akbar. "I've come to inform you that Neferet expects your presence at the dinner tonight. Shall I inform her that you'll be bringing guests with you?"
Akbar's eyes were hot on Opong with dislike, but even he felt as if Opong's words rang with some truth. This was not going to be easy, and while Fenris and Krypt's plans so far were sound ones -- they were plans for your average stupid beast. The Guardians were not such beasts.
He turned to Fenris and Krypt. "Tonight, there is a dinner at the Golden Leopard between Neferet and the Council on how to proceed with the road, the safety of the city, and the beasts. Afterwards, there is a memorial service. These are things I must attend, and while I am appreciate of the help you mean to bring, nothing can go forward without Neferet's consent. Plans must be left until tomorrow."
The jungle, and indeed the Demon and the Pitch, would still be there.
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Post by Fenris on Nov 21, 2015 12:16:33 GMT -8
There seemed to be conflicting interests and desires at work here. He sensed Ackbars offense but did not understand it, he had implied earlier The Pheonix State was the reason for the increase in security, but it seemed it was something of this places patron. He narrowed his gaze. "Like I said, I have only had one encounter... But it seemed like your explanation of the situation validated it." he said tilting his head. "I am not one to assume absolute truth from such things though..."
Fenris however did have respect for the locals so far, they all seemed independent and that was something he valued, but if things were perfect, then Neferet would not have sent for him. He looked at Opong, turning his gaze to the man, and for a moment Fenris' eyes glinted yellow not unlike how a Wolves would in a certain angle of light but it was gone. "I don't assume anything... I am from a similar place, and I admit the climate does not agree with my men, but we have more in common than you think..." he said turning his gaze back to Ackbar for the last part.
"We live by the ways of the Wild as well, though yes it is true we are not used to these lands, I felt bringing anything less than 150 men would be an insult to you... Perhaps if you think this is unnecessary or Neferet does, I can shave down the ranks, as said my men are not fond of the humidity or the heat..." "You should not underestimate our survival skills however, we are not some brute army of meatheads... We seek to harmonize with our environment..."
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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 21, 2015 16:43:29 GMT -8
The ash-kin sighed and listened to petty disagreements and excuses for being insulted, all the while working himself towards the goal of bettering what plan he had as he peered over the map. Alas, the speaking dampened his ability to concentrate, so he resigned himself to standing back up as a face in their small crowd and waiting quietly until they had finally finished, or at least given him a chance to raise his own voice.
"I promised Lady Neferet that I would deal with this situation, but I cannot stay here forever. I have other duties to take care of in far off lands and each day here is yet another day added to the weeks it will take me to travel. However, I also understand the need for official approval and for a council, so I will only ask that you try to convey what ideas we have shared here to her and ask her to decide quickly and carefully."
Krypt took in a breath, then let it out as a sigh. "Meanwhile, I will stalk the edge of the jungle tonight. I have keen eyes for the dark and I am trained in the ways of tracking and hunting. I will look for them and if I get a chance, I will try to kill at least one of them."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 19:39:53 GMT -8
As the men talked, a young boy came into the room with a roll of papyrus. Akbar opened it and read it quickly. The note was terse and to the point.
"I suggest you men bathe and cloth yourselves appropriately for dinner and the memorial service. Neferet thinks she has found a Captain of the Guard."
Opong seemed amused by this and moved towards the door. "I will set a larger table." He left.
Akbar stepped closer to Fenris and Krypt. "I think there is nothing supernatural about these beasts. And I think Opong and Inana are somehow involved. I cannot deny the presence of the monsters, but I think they may be a distraction."
He stepped away and towards the door. "Mention you are a guest of Neferet, and you will have your troubles taken care of. I will see you at the Golden Leopard tonight."
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Post by Fenris on Nov 21, 2015 20:05:20 GMT -8
Fenris kept his gaze narrowed. Oopongs demeanor suddenly seemed mocking and ominous. He growled to himself for a moment. "Go join the men outside and help this one track the beast, I will be meeting with the Mayor... After I apparently take a bath..." he looked at Ackbar for a moment. "If you have any other suspicions you might want to tell me in private..." he said. "Though these creatures acting as distractions like how I mentioned earlier, means there is something far worse that might come..."
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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 21, 2015 20:37:40 GMT -8
"I see. Well, I bathed last night and do not need to bathe again, and these are my best clothes," Krypt explained, looking down upon himself. He sighed... He really should be out there investigating, but he had not seen Neferet since their encounter the previous evening and was beginning to feel it only right to at least greet her again before going out to risk his life.
"Very well," he decided, "I will go to this meeting, but I hope it ends quickly. We have work to do."
With that, he turned and left, his plan to follow the others to the decided meeting place.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 20:08:01 GMT -8
Much later in the evening, Inana walked up the narrow steps that wound around the side of a building towards a bridge that connected one rooftop to the other.
He glanced over his shoulder and reached in his robes for something, convenient, as another figure was walking towards him. They paused only momentarily, and Inana whispered something into the figure's ear.
Then, Inana continued East, and then down to the City Lower, while the figure went northwest and up, towards where the high class lived.
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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 23, 2015 1:31:56 GMT -8
It was by chance that Krypt saw the exchange. He had been in the market district, partially lost in his attempt to find an establishment in which he could sleep. However, he had been out long and the night had become late; the sun had set, the usual warmth of the jungle replaced by the chilling cold of the evening. For this reason, Krypt was wrapped in the fur-cloak he had originally arrived in, with the hood up over his head to keep his cheeks warm.
He had stopped just inside the mouth of an alleyway, where shadows cloaked his presence and he could lean back against a wall to catch a few moments of rest. It was there that he had noticed Inana, though he did not recognize him, climb up around a building using the outside stairs; a stroll most strange considering all were meant to be indoors. Krypt was curious, so he followed the wall towards the end of the alley until he could see two figures share a momentary exchange of whispers. What, exactly, were they doing at such an hour?
Krypt, immediately suspicious, began to quietly follow the man who went east and then down, sticking to the shadows where he could and relying on a hunter's skills to stalk prey in his attempt to avoid being seen. He had no spear with him this time, merely the sword at his hip and his wits.
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