Xel'rath
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Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
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Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on Jan 8, 2016 10:41:40 GMT -8
Xel'rath, seeing as he has been ignored by the newcomer, perhaps thought to be just as he appeared to be, would follow Kyrpt up the stairs, making no sound as he did so. Perhaps the boy that Xel'rath appeared to be was very fleet of foot, or perhaps there was something else in play to make his footsteps silent.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2016 23:26:47 GMT -8
The music of the great throne room echoed and chimed off of the crystalline halls of the castle. The stairsways led up and to a floor filled with corridors that seemed to snake upon each other, a door here and there, another flight of stairs, some going up, some going down. Every so often, from the corner of the eyes of Krypt and Xel`rather, were the fluttering white wings of Snow Sprites. They were following them, of course, playing hide and seek that the guests were not even aware they were playing.
Dimly, in the distance, the sound of heavy ice scraping against ice could be heard, and the gargantuan doors closed, sealing out the light for a moment. They were drenched in darkness, until the crystalline chime came alive, and everything around them seemed to glow blue and pale white and purple. Their breath, if they had it, could be seen in the air.
And Neia, in her ante chamber, watched them travel together, one a shadow, one close enough in shade to it. They both stood out starkly against the magnificence of the White Castle, and yet still she toyed.
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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 Jan 8, 2016 23:45:05 GMT -8
Xel'rath went ignored. Krypt saw in him nothing more than a child; strangely coloured, perhaps, but a child and a stranger none-the-less. Perhaps if Xel'rath spoke, Krypt might answer, but he would not be the one to initiate anything that resembled a conversation.
And thus, he continued to climb and peer and explore; marvelling at the way Neia's architecture resembled that of the most vibrant and exotic fairy tales told to children. She was certainly a Queen of the Frost.
The sprites, however, caught Krypt's attention. They were strange creatures; no doubt Neia's eyes and ears in these ice-filled halls. Was she watching him right now? Was she thinking of him? Was she quivering in fear, or perhaps even anticipation? Their last meeting had left them dangerously close to becoming intimate lovers, yet such a thing had fallen just out of reach.
If one of the sprites came too close, he would mercilessly swat at it. Other than that, he chose to ignore them too.
He continued to climb. Continued to explore. Fully aware that the doors had shut behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2016 7:55:13 GMT -8
The last time she had seen Krypt, he had been en flagrante with her daughters, distracting them from their purpose. She had not been pleased, and she toyed with him now. Xel'rath, unfortunately, was drawn into the mischief by association, the inky blankness of the boy standing out against the blues and purples and white of the elegant, wintry mausoleum in which they found themselves.
The snow sprites flittered and fluttered. One went flying away with a little cry as Krypt swatted at it, but another flittered around Xel'rath's head, large black eyes blinking curiously at the being their clearly recognized as not human. Echoes of the fae music danced along the halls, sometimes louder, sometimes softer, the sound of polite laughter also ebbing and rising.
Ahead of them, a door opened with a hollow sound, and the snow sprites zipped to it, whipping inside its chamber, unseen until the two of them crossed the threshhold.
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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 Feb 2, 2016 9:08:39 GMT -8
Not one for playing into the hands of fools or encouraging the annoying, Krypt decided he would try to ignore the little creatures zooming around in the air and the tiny, squeaking noises they made. It seemed to him that they were merely trying to be provocative, no doubt on behalf of the Queen who had caught him violating her children. It seemed only natural that she would want to get him back, even if it was as small as sending her minions to be mischievous and irritating.
"I have come to speak with you," he told the walls, as he watched the sprites pass through the doorway he could not see beyond. "And discuss matters of importance with you. How much longer do you plan to lead me awry?"
He followed the sprites either way, stepping through the open door and into whatever chamber was beyond.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2016 8:10:15 GMT -8
As he entered into the room he'd see it was almost circular, with an amazing, breathtaking chandelier of delicate frost and ice above him. The ceiling was tall, and the walls were shimmering ice, smooth and clear like glass and just as thin. SHE was in all of them, dressed in a gown that appeared to be deep blue ice that had grown over her body, glittering off of her curves.  Her long, starlight hair flowed, glinting as it waved on an unseen breeze like ice does beneath the sun. Her eyes were a cold, cold blue, and even her generous mouth was tinged the wintry color. "For as long as it entertains me, mortal," she said to him, and the door he walked through closed behind him, appearing just the same as the mirrored images that surrounded him in the cold and bitter room. |
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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 Feb 3, 2016 13:10:42 GMT -8
"I'm here to chase my fate," he told her, the way he turned as though trying to find an exit indicating that he wasn't comfortable being in a room of ice and mirrors. Soon, he lost where the door had been, but he would never let himself show signs of panic in front of that woman. "I'm here because a teller of fortunes declared that I would become a king of fire, and that my destiny lay with a queen of ice."
Slowly, he calmed, then pressed a finger against one of the ice mirrors. His goal in doing this was unclear, for he didn't seem to be trying to break it yet his touch was firm. "I can think of no-one else that queen of ice might be and so I climbed these mountains to find you."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2016 7:44:52 GMT -8
A dozen or more beautiful reflections laughed at him, truly amused by the tale of the broad-shouldered, grey-skinned warrior that had traveled far and wide, through hailstorm and blizzard to come to this frozen mausoleum and deliver little more than a fairy tale.
Fog appeared around his finger where it touched one of the mirrors, the heat that came from his skin warming the area around where he pressed. The icy glass was frigid to the touch, and thick.
"I hope you didn't PAY for that silly little lie from some roadside gypsy," the Frost Queen said, her eyes sparkling like the stars on a winter's night, her full, lavender lips turned up in the cruel humor of her deadly smile. "No, I think that it wasn't enough for you to sample my daughters. You think to turn me into a fool, too."
The large chandelier above him chimed a little, as if its frozen foundation was getting weak at her whim.
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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 Feb 4, 2016 9:32:44 GMT -8
"You may be divinely beautiful, but I am no fool. There are a thousand or more women in the world who would be more than happy to please me as companion in both the bedroom and the heart; if all I wished to do was 'sample' your body, then surely one of those would have sufficed to satisfy my desires for sex," he replied to her laugh, his thick arms pushing aside his cloak and then dipping into an inside pocket. From it, he drew a small pouch with a finery that seemed above both his status and his tastes, yet clearly contained something to be cherished.
"This oracle was not false. Her words are destined to pass, whether you believe them or not. Yet I knew it would not be such a simple matter to come here and persuade you of their veracity, so I have brought a gift to show my affections. Our destiny together is great; we will achieve greatness and power over a large dominion and our first-born child will become a legend never to be forgotten."
From the pouch, he withdrew a small, black box, then opened it to reveal a ring that could match only The Frost Queen's chilling and deathly seductive nature. The ring itself was made from what resembled a clear glass, yet also a metal of faint and whispering silver intertwined in the shape of a triple-helix; so crafted that each third of this helix was masterfully inscribed with the words of an ancient Elvish tongue that shone like blue ice in reflected light. Yet it was the jewel that demanded the eye's attention, for it was a grand and enchanted diamond cut into the likeness of a rose-head, with such precision and detail that one might miss the fact it had ever been a gem at all.
"Do not ask me where I came upon this ring, just know that it is no ordinary ring of enchantment. This is a ring of great power, fit only for a woman of your own beauty and talents. I am told that with it in your possession, your magic would grow frightening; that a powerful sorceress would become as a goddess walking. This is my gift to you."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2016 11:35:44 GMT -8
Even if the ring had held no extraordinary power, it still would have been an appropriate gift for the self-proclaimed Fae Queen. An amused expression had been on her absurdly perfect face, but the revelation of the ring had entranced her.
After all, she did love beautiful things.
And powerful things.
He had told her not to ask, but Neia was not a woman to be ordered. She slipped through the mirror, stepping down from in front of him while all other reflections vanished in snow flurries. Her glacial blue eyes were transfixed on the ring, and a slender white hand reached for it.
"How did such a mortal come to have such a ring?" She asked, able to feel the whisper of its cold and consuming power.
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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 Feb 4, 2016 12:17:06 GMT -8
"Where other men are want or unable to go, I am able. To do things that others cannot and to fight the great beasts of this world and wrestle from them whatever prizes I wish to claim," Krypt told her, gently placing the box and the ring down upon her slender palm. "After my meeting with the oracle, I knew that I could not come to you empty-handed. I went north, into the cold and forgotten wastes where ice became the ruin of lost kingdoms. I travelled with a scholar and minstrel, who knew of books and history and the ancient artefacts the rulers of the past collected."
"We found a castle, half-buried in snow. The ring was there in the guard of a dragon made of ice," he continued, slowly raising his shirt up over his abdomen and to his chest, where a large and fresh scar had cleaved it's way through muscle from breast to side. "I recovered it, then brought it to you."
He lowered his shirt.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2016 15:28:10 GMT -8
Her fingers closed over the box and immediately it was covered in the delicate lace of frost. A shiver ran down her spine, not from the cold -- never from the cold -- and she felt the power of the ring coil around her psyche. Her brilliant glacier eyes were transfixed upon it, even as she listened with half-an-ear to the grey-skinned warrior that came to her. He spoke of marriage and sex and legends, and all she wanted was power. Persephoneia always wanted power. She turned away from Krypt as he spoke and took the ring from the box, marveling at the way it shined. It seemed to glow within, throwing sparkles all over the already glistening room.  Eager -- impatient! -- she slid the ring onto her cold, cold finger and the power that surged through her made her throw her hair back, her starlight hair tossed up around her face and then floated there, hanging in suspended animation. All of the blizzards and storms that obscured the White Mountain from the Free Plains of Isra below immediately stopped, dissipating, falling to the earth so that the White Mountain could be seen like a shining star at the peak of the mountaintop. Veins seemed to glow pale blue beneath the Frost Queen's frigid skin, and she took a long breath, letting her head fall forward. Her hair swayed, floating around her on unseen currents around her face and shoulders, leaving her back and shoulder-blades bare. And then she slowly... sloooowly... turned to look at Krypt, her eyes shining with her power. "What did you say?" she asked him. Her voice was calm, but too sweet, and it suddenly felt as if the very palace around them was vibrating, the chime of ice all around them. " Ice was the ruin of the kingdom?" |
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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 Mar 14, 2016 16:28:04 GMT -8
Krypt took a slight step back at the onset of the vibrations, a slightly nervous glint in his eye that broke his otherwise stalwart poker-face. He had never been one sensitive to magic, nor had he particularly been talented in it - his power came from muscle, after all - but the moment that Neia put the ring on her finger he could not deny the overwhelming energy he felt. Had he just made a terrible, deadly mistake?
When she turned to look at him and asked her question, he gave her a slightly diagonal nod. "Yes," he answered her with caution, "the kingdom appeared ruined by ice and snow. If anything destroyed it before the blizzards came, I do not know. Still... It seems that the snow forced those who once called it their home to abandon it completely. Only creatures that could be described as little more than monsters remained, as well as great beasts who make their home on the ice."
"Still, that ring suits you."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2016 17:29:27 GMT -8
She stood, elegant and tall, her starlight hair churning around her head and shoulders like roiling silver snakes. Her gown was like frost down her body, molded to her curves. Her eyes gleamed and glowed like twin flames of cerulean.
And Krypt continued to speak ill of the element of her heart and the beasts that lived among it. The room continued to vibrate and shake until all the mirrors around them shattered, a high pitched screech to wound the ear. The shards floated in the air, razor sharp, glittering all around Neia.
"Shall I RUIN you, too?" She asked with rising anger, rising power.
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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 Mar 14, 2016 18:03:43 GMT -8
The woman was turning out to be a little more volatile than he had been expecting, though he couldn't say he was truly surprised. If anything happened to him now, he had only himself to blame for giving her that ring - it had been a foolish gesture that could quickly lead to his death.
As the mirrors shattered and the shards threatened to shred him, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, a hand reaching up to brush back some of his dark hair. Now was the time to be confident, yet not assertive; powerless, but not scared and flattering, but not defeated. "I used that word solely with it's definition in mind, nothing more. There was something quite serene about the snow and ice I found there; it was a ruined kingdom, yet it was frozen in time.. Exactly how it had been when the end came. It will always be like that, never changing or fading in beauty. Much like you, I imagine."
But yes, it was a ruined kingdom. It was probably better not to repeat that part.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2016 18:58:36 GMT -8
The razor sharp icy shards hovered in the air, slowly spinning, slowly twirling. The Frost Queen watched Krypt as he spoke. She did sense fear, but she sensed more courage than cowardice.
And he told her she was timeless and beautiful.
Neia smiled, and the ice shards faded away in flurries of snow. The power that surged through her blood tempered itself and her long starlight hair fell in waves down her back. She approached him and came to his side, sliding her hand to the crook of his elbow.
"Perhaps my daughters were right in choosing you," she said with a smile. Doors opened, mirrors swingin inward so they could leave the room.
"Never call me an unfair woman; what would you like in return for your remarkable gift?" She asked, curiosity in her tone as she regarded Krypt.
They walked down a long hallway, where delicate ice chandeliers hung above them. The strains of the ballroom music could be heard, echoing down the blue and purple and green corridor that they walked.
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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 Mar 14, 2016 21:05:57 GMT -8
Krypt tensed up as the queen touched his arm, but could only relaxed as the doors opened to offer him an exist to the terrible room of mirrors. He turned towards it and then, as Neia spoke to him, followed her out into her mountain citadel and down the corridor of colour.
"I merely wish the chance to court you," Krypt said quite honestly. "To express my interest and affection for your hand."
Krypt often wondered how he sounded to others. He was a large, brutish man with strangely coloured skin and a wild streak about him. Yet he spoke intelligently, politely and with a clear education about him; someone, at some point, had tamed this man of the tribe and taught him how to behave. Now it had come as second nature to him, to woo and to impress; prove that he wasn't simply an animal.
"You are the Queen of Frost. I am the King of Fire. Would it not be poetic for us to be joined as one?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2016 22:00:27 GMT -8
She drew him into a large sitting room, with an ornate fireplace, banked and cold. It was lavishly decorated, everything silver and white and blue and pale purple and light green, the hues of ice all around them. There was a gargantuan, huge polar bear rug on the floor, and other furs of varying degrees of white and grey draped over the chairs and couches.
The Frost Queen herself drifted away from Krypt's arm in order to lie down on a chaise near him. She rested back and raised her ring-decorated hand over her head to look at the way it glinted in the light of the candelabra and chandeliers of the room. She gave no thought to how cold and chilly it must have been for Krypt, comfortable herself in the atmosphere.
"Why would I want to marry you?" she asked him nonchalantly, raising one knee so the slit in her gown fell up to just above the bend in her long, curvy legs. "You have already given me this gift," Neia was saying. "I know of nothing else that you can offer me."
She didn't seem all too thrilled to share her power with Krypt, and seemed perfectly fine with ignoring the subtle hint he dropped.
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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 Mar 14, 2016 22:11:41 GMT -8
Krypt stood and watched Neia as she lay and examined her ring. He did not sit himself down, or touch anything, for the woman had not given him her permission to take any such actions. At that moment in time, he was nothing more than a guest who had to respect the rules of her house.
"For companionship, security, love, sex, children, power; pick any of these things, I can offer them all. In fact, if the seeress is right then we are destined for those things even if we try to avoid them," Krypt told her, his memories on what Neferet had originally told him warped over time... Or perhaps he purposefully chose to leave out the part where fate could be changed.
"I could offer myself to any woman and I imagine she would accept me, but very few of them would deserve it. Few of them would be powerful enough to match my strength in battle, or the force of my muscle. You, however, just might. The way I see it, you could find no better match than me and I no better match than you."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 6:14:14 GMT -8
She laughed and it was such a beautiful, melodic sound. Her smile was brilliant, turning an eternally gorgeous and enchanting creature all the more lovely. She lowered her hand and regarded him with her humored blue eyes, this virile and masculine warrior that wanted to make himself an equal to her. They would never be equals, not by a long shot.
"Companionship? Love?" She questioned with a scoff on her tone. "Children? But you have already met them, and fornicated with them, and defiled their lovely bodies with your mortal one."
She turned onto her side then, her gown sparkling and chiming around her supple curves as she braced an elbow on the chaise and bent her head a little to study the exact, grey skinned body that said had defiled her daughters. They HAD been enjoying it though, hadn't they?
And Rio Fletcher was such a codfish in bed, always scared and trembling.
"Take off your clothes," she commanded Krypt in a lackadaisical tone reminiscent of a queen to her subject. But then, isn't that what this was?
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