Korin-Ailden
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Roleplay posts: 10 
Age: 25
Physical Description: Korin Ailden is swathed in black robes, and a has a headband wrapped around his head, with a metal plate along the side of it, a strange apon it.
Clothes and Equipment: Underneath his black robes he wears a simple black tunic and baggy black trousers, a massive, six foot in length sword hanging from his back, and a short sword on his hip.
Registered: Aug 19, 2016 14:59:01 GMT -8
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Post by Korin-Ailden on Aug 21, 2016 13:00:48 GMT -8
"I... Don't know. I'll know when I see him. Do you serve this empire? Perhaps you could tell me the names of the top brass."
Korin finally turned around, seemingly interested in the man now. Finally, a way to rid himself of this cursed blade! He had fought with it only a handful of times himself, and he could attest to it's power, but even he... Didn't have the power to evade it's corrupting effects. His body was not stout enough, nor was he tall enough to even wield it properly... Not like his former lord, anyway.
"There could be another like it, somewhere... But I assure you, this sword may be unique to this land overall."
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Karath Durson
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Age: 27
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Post by Karath Durson on Aug 21, 2016 13:38:48 GMT -8
"Hmm...well, I sort of live here. Native to these people, though nowadays I've spent much of my time at sea."
He began to lead up the steps to the temple now.
" In ceremony, the exalted leader of these lands is Empress Jill, who inherited the title when late lord Zephidel departed. But in practice... what I see is that it is truly Levanius Curio and Zagarus who call the administrative shots."
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Korin-Ailden
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 25
Physical Description: Korin Ailden is swathed in black robes, and a has a headband wrapped around his head, with a metal plate along the side of it, a strange apon it.
Clothes and Equipment: Underneath his black robes he wears a simple black tunic and baggy black trousers, a massive, six foot in length sword hanging from his back, and a short sword on his hip.
Registered: Aug 19, 2016 14:59:01 GMT -8
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Post by Korin-Ailden on Aug 21, 2016 13:46:05 GMT -8
Korin followed the man slowly, listening to the names intently - Empress Jill couldn't be it, the sword seeked a man. It could of been Zephidel... But he didn't think so. It was only at the fourth name Korin stopped in his tracks, his eyes opening sharply. Zagarus...? That was a name he hadn't heard in awhile. In fact, even the sword seem to react to that name, and Ailden felt a chill up his spine.
"Zagarus...? Do you know that man personally?"
Korin asked, already knowing who the sword seeked. Was it the same man..? No, that was impossible, but it was a start...
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
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Post by Karath Durson on Aug 21, 2016 22:03:14 GMT -8
"I can't say that I do. Few can boast such a thing. Why? What do you know about Zagarus?"
Genuinely curious, he walked slowly enough to foster conversation, but they were almost to the top. He figured he could show him around Sakand in exchange for some outsider talk.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 18:44:04 GMT -8
"Very well! You'd best follow me, quickly!" The man had no intention of subjecting Matvey Krupp to the unchecked wrath of his own crew. He beckoned the visitor to follow, as he led him into the next plaza. They'd have a little bit of a walk to get to the palace. The Dwarf followed, calculating the cost of everything around him. He needed some good deals and good deals now. He'd be willing to buy people if they were for sale. Actually, he would not, but he almost would, he reasoned internally. |
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Korin-Ailden
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 25
Physical Description: Korin Ailden is swathed in black robes, and a has a headband wrapped around his head, with a metal plate along the side of it, a strange apon it.
Clothes and Equipment: Underneath his black robes he wears a simple black tunic and baggy black trousers, a massive, six foot in length sword hanging from his back, and a short sword on his hip.
Registered: Aug 19, 2016 14:59:01 GMT -8
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Post by Korin-Ailden on Aug 26, 2016 15:49:40 GMT -8
"Hmmm?"
Ailden broke from his thoughts, looking over too the man. What did he know about Zagarus? Plenty, but perhaps not about this one. The names were similar, but something just seemed, off. He couldn't place it, honestly.
"Not much, beyond what you told me. His name... it just, reminds me of my father, is all..."
Again, Ailden looked back to the top of where they were going. What did this man want, anyway? He was always taught never to trust anybody so friendly... but he also found it didn't hurt to get to know the people or the area, as well.
"So... what's the name of this desert, if I may ask?"
Well that was probably an odd question, he traveled here, yet he lacked the knowledge of where he was? Very odd, indeed.
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Karath Durson
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Age: 27
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Post by Karath Durson on Aug 26, 2016 16:05:21 GMT -8
"The Sorala desert."
He continued on up the steps with him. He'd already confirmed that the sword may be one of a kind, but it'd be awkward--disrespectful even--to just walk back down and bid him adieu.
"What are you looking for here? This goes to the fairy temple. Not much there but it's kind of neat."
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Korin-Ailden
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 25
Physical Description: Korin Ailden is swathed in black robes, and a has a headband wrapped around his head, with a metal plate along the side of it, a strange apon it.
Clothes and Equipment: Underneath his black robes he wears a simple black tunic and baggy black trousers, a massive, six foot in length sword hanging from his back, and a short sword on his hip.
Registered: Aug 19, 2016 14:59:01 GMT -8
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Post by Korin-Ailden on Aug 26, 2016 16:08:17 GMT -8
"Not much, to be honest. Just... looking around, until I find whoever it is I'm looking for."
Korin finally stopped, and gave one last fleeting look to the top, there was nothing there for him, but where to begin? This boy might have a greater knowledge of where to begin - But flat out asking him would be beyond rude.
"The Sorala Desert, huh? Any other cities of note in this desert?"
He asked causally, intent on just learning what he could, and going from there.
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Sept 4, 2016 9:07:19 GMT -8
"No, I can't say that there are... there's the small village of Karast to the north of here, and farther north beyond the desert, there's the region of Medan," he said. "I can probably help you find whoever you're looking or.. or point you in the right direction, at least."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2016 9:36:01 GMT -8
Under the new leadership of
Fairuz, Lady of Sakand
all visitors disembarking on the plentiful ports
to Sakand, the Jewel of the Sorala Dessert, the Beauty of Goraia,
will receive flower necklaces made of the Agana Flower,
the flower itself a symbol of the beauty and hospitality of the splendorous city,
given by the young, acolyte priestesses, as well as a kiss on the forehead of each visitor,
in a show of good faith and prosperity for Sakand's most esteemed visitors.
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Si`Qual Di`lant
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Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a modest height of five foot and nine inches his body looks rather frail. He doesn't have much in the way of muscle, at least none of the bulging type. Horns adorn his head in the way a stags would, curling over his head and his hair. The hair itself is pulled back and into three sets of "corn rows", and the same color of the sands of the desert. He has a deep tan with piercing white eyes, and two single black dots to destroy the entirety.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothing is of the same type as of Djinn, being light in all makes. Wearing sandals while a hood can be pulled down to hide away his horns and hair. Wearing a band on his arm, it acts as a conduit for certain portions of his magic.
Magic itself is his weapon to make things truly transparent.
Registered: Oct 1, 2016 17:32:54 GMT -8
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Post by Si`Qual Di`lant on Oct 1, 2016 18:10:37 GMT -8
Si`Qual made his way into the harbor, looking around. He'd come in via a small vessel off to the side, that seemed to be fading away into the waters about the harbor. As if it, itself was made of sand. A small glow that had been coalescing around his hands and the band on his arm was dying away slowly. The hood of his sleeveless outfit pulled up over his face as he was looking about, he looked normal from any angle so long as the hood stayed up. The only thing past the hood that could be seen was a whimsical smiling expression and bright white eyes.
Si`Qual's hands moved into a position at the small of his back. Fingers curling as he began walking along the harbor, a-wonder of what he was going to really do here, in the freest form of a city that Goraia had to offer. Looking at things with little interest as he went from one spot to another.
"What... am I going to do? Mother Gaia?"
His voice was soft, and he was soon looking at the ground, tilting his head a bit as if awaiting a reaction from the earth itself.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 18:28:28 GMT -8
As the young, hooded man disembarked,a beautiful young woman with laughing dark eyes and a lush, white clad body stepped forward. Her breasts were barely covered with a band of cloth, little gold jewelry dangling from its top and bottom. Her torso was completed naked, but for where a gem fluttered. Her wide hips were wrapped with more cloth, slit up both sides so her lovely legs could be seen. Gold jewelry chimed from her ankles and wrists, and henna tattoos marked her exotic beauty on one foot and around one of her upper shoulders.
"Welcome to Sakand," she said, bowing her head, a thin, gold threaded veil covering her dark hair and leaving her face free as she stepped forward to put an Agana Flower necklace over SiQual's head, and if allowed, would plant a faint brush of a kiss onto his cheek.
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Si`Qual Di`lant
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Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a modest height of five foot and nine inches his body looks rather frail. He doesn't have much in the way of muscle, at least none of the bulging type. Horns adorn his head in the way a stags would, curling over his head and his hair. The hair itself is pulled back and into three sets of "corn rows", and the same color of the sands of the desert. He has a deep tan with piercing white eyes, and two single black dots to destroy the entirety.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothing is of the same type as of Djinn, being light in all makes. Wearing sandals while a hood can be pulled down to hide away his horns and hair. Wearing a band on his arm, it acts as a conduit for certain portions of his magic.
Magic itself is his weapon to make things truly transparent.
Registered: Oct 1, 2016 17:32:54 GMT -8
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Post by Si`Qual Di`lant on Oct 1, 2016 18:33:14 GMT -8
As the wreath was placed upon his head, and the kiss to his cheek, his hood was brushed back just the slightest bit. The sun glinting over the beginnings of his horns sprouting from the crown of his forehead. A slight smile touched his lips, as his eyes glinted over her for a mere moment. That dress he'd seen oft, but she filled it out, beautifully. As he looked on, he gave her another up-and-down, before speaking up.
"Thank you... young lady, quit a beauty."
Si`Qual didn't give any indication as to whether he spoke of her or the city in itself. The comment was just left as is, before he lifted his hand up, pulling his hood back to the fore, before looking about humming to himself a moment. He was attempting to regain his mind, pulling his thoughts together, as scattered as they were.
"What.. is there to do here?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 18:39:51 GMT -8
The young woman smiled, used to the compliment since the acolyte priestesses had taken over greeting the visitors to Sakand.
She was also not overly concerned with his small horns. In this enchanted city, there were all kinds of kinds.
"There is all to do here," the young priestess laughed. Bright and colorful scents filled the nose, vibrant tiles and decorations on the buildings near them, beauty and pleasure all around them while the taste of magic was on the air.
"What have you come seeking in Sakand?" She asked, an accent to her words.
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Si`Qual Di`lant
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Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a modest height of five foot and nine inches his body looks rather frail. He doesn't have much in the way of muscle, at least none of the bulging type. Horns adorn his head in the way a stags would, curling over his head and his hair. The hair itself is pulled back and into three sets of "corn rows", and the same color of the sands of the desert. He has a deep tan with piercing white eyes, and two single black dots to destroy the entirety.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothing is of the same type as of Djinn, being light in all makes. Wearing sandals while a hood can be pulled down to hide away his horns and hair. Wearing a band on his arm, it acts as a conduit for certain portions of his magic.
Magic itself is his weapon to make things truly transparent.
Registered: Oct 1, 2016 17:32:54 GMT -8
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Post by Si`Qual Di`lant on Oct 1, 2016 18:45:51 GMT -8
"That.. is a question.. Companionship.. More knowledge of my craft.."
Si`Quals words were true to his intentions, though he was more so adrift like many a soul. He honestly didn't think he'd be able to hold much more intellect. His mind was already scattered as was, knowing what he knew. Though he did smile at the woman, only to kneel in front of her. Grabbing a few grains of the dust blown in from the deserts outside, and held them in his hand. Holding onto it, his eyes closed, a small light flitting beneath the lids as his lips began to move soundlessly.
The only words that would have even been recognizable would have been Gaia. It was repeated three times as he prepared for the small bit of craft he was doing. Then his eyes opened up on the beauty in front of him, while his hands moved behind his back. His preparations complete, now as he began to channel.
"What would a young thing like you suggest?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 19:10:24 GMT -8
There was a knowing look in her eyes as he mentioned companionsip. Of course he did. Most men coming from the ships wants companionship, and Sakand had a thriving industry in... companionship. They were unlike brothels and white houses, a new experience, to be sure.
"Visit the temple, if you want knowledge of your craft," she said, stepping back on sandled feet when he reached for sand to put in his palm. "As for companionship... I would suggest visiting the Bathhouse. Ask for Safiyah."
And yet, the pretty young thing was curious about what it was the mage was doing. "Of course, your papers will have to be verified at the porthouse." It was a gate that led into the depths of Sakand, the only gate, where there was a bottleneck of visitors.
"What are you doing?" She asked with open curiosity.
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Si`Qual Di`lant
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Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a modest height of five foot and nine inches his body looks rather frail. He doesn't have much in the way of muscle, at least none of the bulging type. Horns adorn his head in the way a stags would, curling over his head and his hair. The hair itself is pulled back and into three sets of "corn rows", and the same color of the sands of the desert. He has a deep tan with piercing white eyes, and two single black dots to destroy the entirety.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothing is of the same type as of Djinn, being light in all makes. Wearing sandals while a hood can be pulled down to hide away his horns and hair. Wearing a band on his arm, it acts as a conduit for certain portions of his magic.
Magic itself is his weapon to make things truly transparent.
Registered: Oct 1, 2016 17:32:54 GMT -8
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Post by Si`Qual Di`lant on Oct 1, 2016 19:21:22 GMT -8
"Returning the favor of this wreath.."
His hands returned from behind him, holding out a small tiara. Si`Qual had transformed the sands into something else completely. First shaping it, and then turning the sand into what almost looked like silver. A soft laughter rising from him, before he knelt back down, placing it at her feet. Standing up again, his hands returned behind his back as his head tilted some.
"Would a mage surely carry papers? Or would a nameless Avatar just go about his business?"
His hood fully folded back revealing his tanned face, the horns curling back to the back of his head, looking much the same as stag horns. Placing themselves in the appropriate places betwixt the rows of knotted hair that curled back as well. His white eyes stared at her, there was no area in which the whites and his irises changed color. It only changed at the black pupils as he chuckled gently, before speaking up again.
"I do not require temporary entanglement, more of a permanent seeking. Though, might there be other sights to see around Sakand?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 19:30:58 GMT -8
She was about to tell him that the favor did not have to be returned, and that all visitors received such gifts from Sakand, but then she saw the tiara he had made and she gasped in feminine delight.
"It is beautiful..." she said, and she knelt to pick it up, her smooth, bare legs visible from the slit in her skirt, the view from above her offering a generous glance at her cleavage as she picked up what he had made and stood.
A gentle frown came over her face. "Unfortunately, I cannot keep it. I am a priestess in training," she told him and regrettably handed the tiara back to him.
"Yes, the bazaar is filled with many things that will keep your interest, and the Treasure of Paradise is one of the Wonders of the World."
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Si`Qual Di`lant
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Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a modest height of five foot and nine inches his body looks rather frail. He doesn't have much in the way of muscle, at least none of the bulging type. Horns adorn his head in the way a stags would, curling over his head and his hair. The hair itself is pulled back and into three sets of "corn rows", and the same color of the sands of the desert. He has a deep tan with piercing white eyes, and two single black dots to destroy the entirety.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothing is of the same type as of Djinn, being light in all makes. Wearing sandals while a hood can be pulled down to hide away his horns and hair. Wearing a band on his arm, it acts as a conduit for certain portions of his magic.
Magic itself is his weapon to make things truly transparent.
Registered: Oct 1, 2016 17:32:54 GMT -8
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Post by Si`Qual Di`lant on Oct 1, 2016 19:36:03 GMT -8
Si`Qual simply refused to take back the gift grinning a bit to himself. His hands had moved back behind him as he looked around the harbor a moment longer, before looking back to her. He was disregarding the scene in which had taken place before him, as it would only rattle his mind further than already was. His voice coming from his lips again as he stared at her, or something off in the distance. It was hard to tell with him.
"Place it back to the earth... She will take back what she has given in time. What of gardens?"
Si`Qual gave her a most generous smile at that point, as he tilted his head again. Something of his accent bespoke he knew something was already here, something he had delighted in seeing for himself, though he didn't give a direct meaning in his words or his actions. They all seemed to be connected, yet distracted from the reality of the situation.
"As for the Harbor Post was it? Could you take me there young lady?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 19:44:53 GMT -8
She blinked with a bit of confusion when the man would not take the tiara back. She chose to take his words literally, and frowning at the irregularity of it all, she crouched gracefully down again to place the beautiful piece of jewelry on the ground.
When she stood again, she laughed and smiled, slightly shaking her head. "I did not mention gardens," she said to him, playfulness in her dark eyes. "But yes, the Treasure of Paradise is a garden upon a garden, like nothing you have ever seen before. It is only open while the sun is still up, however," she warned him.
She bowed her head as he was asked to be taken to the porthouse. "Of course. This way."
She led him toward the porthouse, a certain sway to her hips that almost made it a crime that she promised her virginity to the gods. There were many other beautiful, dark eyed girls that glanced his way as well -- it seemed that the Priest that ran the temple was not blind.
"I wish you beauty and relaxation on your stay to Sakand," the priestess said to him, and she stepped forward to kiss his other cheek before she faded away and back to her duties.
Her replacement was a broad man, full of bulk. His dark eyes were scowling. "Papers," he said, glancing at the mans horns and scowling even deeper.
The mage should not expect any kisses or necklaces from this man.
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