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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 11:59:36 GMT -8
  The entrance to the Cerulean Bathhouse is not cerulean at all, but cream colored yet ornately carved. It is a respectable building, located in a very high-end area of Sakand where you will not find people loitering in the streets. It is serene here, and very fashionable. One you step inside the Cerulean Bathhouse, it is much easier to see why it is so named.  The Inner Courtyard Visitors first step into the Cerulean Plaza through the doors that is open to the air above. There is light music playing, a strum of a sittar played by a beautiful woman nestled on a pillow in the alcove. The pleasing scent of a light incense is in the air, along with the melodic and soothing chime of water bubbling quietly in the bronze fountain at its center. The room is only ever sparsely populated, with the occasional beautiful woman visible, gold around her upper arms and wrists, draped with linen cloth that barely covers their golden curves, their hair sometimes loose, sometimes bound, ranging in colors from golden sunshine to the darkest midnight.  A visitor might even see Zora, the cheetah that belongs to the Mistress of the Cerulean. The Mistress herself is almost never seen and occupies one of the rooms above. After visitors are greeted and taken care of, they are led to a room where their clothes are discarded and they are given the initial wash down to check for lice, bugs, and to wash away any grime from travel or work. After, depending on how much they have paid, they are lead to the communal baths, filled with steam and women providing massages and soft music, or to a private room, where the women provide the same treatment. Rest, and relaxation, and rejuvenation is accompanied by special oils and herbs added into the water so that ever visitor feels as if they are relaxing in Paradise.   Communal Bath ............................................. Private Bath After the bath is finished, depending on if the visitor has paid enough, they are lead to another courtyard, where the visitor may enjoy a massage by these beautiful women, ranging in price and service. It is only a massage, however, and will not delve into the realm of sexuality (although many men and women are known to have a pleasurable experience at a masseuse's trained hands).  When the massage is finished, the visitor's business is concluded. They are given a robe to walk back to a changing room, where their belongings are then delivered to them so that they may change back into their clothing and metaphorically float out of the Cerulean Bathhouse and back into the wonderful city that is Sakand. ..... But. These women are known as Sabeena Taliph. They are companions. They are trained in the ancient art of seduction, dance, and massage therapy. They know several languages, and several instruments. They are accomplished at the art of conversation, and are wise enough to know when they should speak, and when they should not. They are treasures of Sakand themselves, and may accept contracts to provide their charming services outside of the bathhouse, outside of their usual work hours. And, if the price is right, and if the Sabeena Taliph considers the customer worthy of their further attentions and beauty, there are rooms for such a thing, located in the upper floors of the Cerulean Bathhouse. To call these women whores, or even courtesans, would be an insult to their very service, which to the Sakandi and their traditions liken the work of a Sabeena Taliph to an awakening and rejuvenation of the human spirit, ascending it to the heavens where it can once more feel whole again. To treat a Sabeena Taliph with anything less than the respect a fully-trained Sabeena Taliph deserves would be an egregious error. If a customer simply wants to get their "rocks off" there are less-reputable, less-worthy houses of seduction elsewhere. |
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Si`Qual Di`lant
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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.
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Post by Si`Qual Di`lant on Oct 5, 2016 16:37:23 GMT -8
Making his way from the Bazaar to the farthest end of Sakand, Si`Qual lifted his nose to the air. The smell of incense hitting him, even over the green smoke that peeled from him. His hood once again draped over his head, covering his horns and making him seem a traveling mercenary. His clothing was somehow unsullied, clean, with only the stench from his newly acquired crystal. Puff, puff. Small shapes formed from his smoke as he made his way up the stairs, following the smell of the incense.
Inside he heard the music playing and sighed out a long breath of smoke. It was peaceful here, as his white eyes glinted under his hood, watching women move through the open entrance way to the many bathes and rooms above or around. Pulling a slow inhale from his pipe, the crystal glowing brightly, before the smoke seemed to simply drift out of him, unforced.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 17:28:37 GMT -8
One of those beautiful women came forward, her dark hair covered with a long veil, topless but for a thick agana flower necklace that covered her breasts, and a sash draped around her ample thighs.
"Greetings," she said and bowed her head. "Welcome to the Cerulean Bathhouse. May I please ask you to put out your pipe? We strive to make the ambience here as relaxing as possible for all who enter."
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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.
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Post by Si`Qual Di`lant on Oct 5, 2016 17:36:25 GMT -8
Lifting a brow, he inhaled deeply from the pipe one last time. The green gem growing very bright before it dulled into the sheen of a normal gemstone. Pulling it from his lips, he moved the wooden device into his purse as he smiled. Holding the smoke in as long as his breath would hold, before soft plumes of smoke began to dribble from him. Falling away to the floor and then dissipating, as his white eyes looked back up to the woman. His eyes traveled her body one time as he smiled brightly, his teeth surprisingly white, before he lifted his hands up. Pulling away his hood, he gave a soft light around the room with the orbs that stayed on his horns.
"As you wish...young maiden."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 9:32:38 GMT -8
She smiled, a lovely and serene thing, nodding her head when he put out his pipe. She took time to quickly peruse over him as well. She was able to appraise the wealth of his garments with a trained eye, as well as taking in his mein and the way he held himself.
"Our bathhouse offers both communal bathing and private," she told him in her silken voice, accented with Sakandi like a delicious sweet spice on dessert. "We also offer massage and refreshments. Which services would you like today, sir?" she asked him.
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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 10, 2016 16:49:01 GMT -8
Looking the woman over, his smile widened slowly, only to come to a climax as his eyes came back to look into her own. The Sakandi crystal he'd been smoking prior was slowly wavering in it's effects, but his mind was still clear enough that he knew what he wanted and responded in kind. His mind altering his own speech into Sakandi as his hands moved behind his back.
"Private bath... and a massage."
His voice flowed like honey before his mind began to blur, he knew he would come to enjoy this place, with or without his mind. Then he moved his hands into his purse, a soft mumble coming from him, only to stop as he thought about it. The orbs at his horns glowing brightly from the simple incantation he'd started but he needed to know one thing before he finished.
"How much will it be...?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 10:38:19 GMT -8
She frowned gently, an expression more of mild worry that the gentleman before her kept glowing and using magic. Magic was distracting in this realm of relaxation and tranquility, but she didn't want to be constantly telling him to stop this and stop that and stop the other thing. The woman bit her lip and drew her attention away from his horns and back to his face. He was obviously very foreign, and most foreigners didn't know the rules. They also usually only came to the Cerulean Bathhouse expecting... something more than a bath and a massage. Although that service was offered, it was no where near as lewd and deviant a service as was offered in other countries. The woman had heard distasteful tales of how women and men alike acted in brothels and whorehouses, and it upset her a little when foreigners seemed to think the Cerulean Bathhouse would do the same. So, she made a decision for him. He would pay for a full body massage, and an acacia-and-lavender private bath. She smiled at him, a pretty smile, and named a price that was handsome indeed, but not unfair. She charged him as much as she charged any other person -- man, woman, other, native or non-native alike -- for those certain services. "Aniana will be seeing to your services today," she said and stepped back for a beautiful woman of golden-blonde hair, golden-tanned skinned, and golden-gleaming eyes to step forward, wrapped in sheer cloth that outlined her ripe and youthful body, her hair flowing like Lady Godiva's.  "This way, sir," Aniana said in a pretty accent, and she led him away from the Cerulean Courtyard to a small private room, draped in ivories, creams, and beige, lightly decorated. She shut the door so it was just Si`Qual Di`lant and herself and she smiled at him. "Is this your first time in Sakand?" she asked him on her gentle voice as her lovely hands reached to begin to undress him. There was a small bench against one side of the room, and a tall, ornately crafted pitcher, with a sponge near it. |
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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 11, 2016 19:16:30 GMT -8
Nodding, Si`Qual gave the woman a nod, though she seemed not to ask for the money immediately. The magic died down and away from him slowly, though the balls at the tips of his horns continued to softly pulsate a gentle cream light over his head. The pulsating lights seemed to go to an unheard rhythm, and if anyone truly paid attention they would notice it was a heart beat they played to.
Looking upon the woman a time or two, his white eyes soon coming to rest on the woman's face as he smiled. Being led away with ease, and coming into the private room, he allowed the woman to get close to him. The only time he ever raised his hand to stop her was for the band wrapped around his arm, which he simply shook his head with a smile. Then he finally responded to her question, his Sakandi was very accented, as it was not his normal dialect.
"Yes... it is indeed my first time here.. and in a bathhouse."
Though after that he became silent, his hands and arms falling slack to the woman's will and intent. His head soon turning as he began to look around the room, his pulsing lights never left their dull tempo before he had to think a moment as to what he was doing.
It was happening again, his mind was beginning to slip, before his eyes turned back to the young woman in front of him. His head tilting the slightest bit as he smiled a wider smile, his lips pulling up some as his white eyes took on a creme colored hue.
"Two questions for you... Or rather one question and a statement. Do you know how to undo my style of hair, and redo it? And finally.. you are a beautiful young woman."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 7:59:24 GMT -8
Her hands were soft and delicate, and the scent of her was the same. She was petite enough that her golden head only came to his shoulder, level with his chest as her palms smoothed away garment after garment. She was close to him, and warm, and lush, a grace to the way she disrobed him and laid his garments and accoutrements to the side, respect written in her movements.
For the most part, her lashes were down as her gaze was on her task, but as she tugged gently to undo his belt for him, she looked up at him with those golden eyes and the smile that curved her coral pink lips was winsome and pretty.
"Thank you," she said in Sakandi to his compliment. She was pleased that he made an effort to speak the dialect, although some of his phrasing was wrong. His unusual appearance did not seem to bother her, and her eyes traveled from his face to his hair.
Standing so close to him, almost a lovers embrace, his chest and arms and torso naked save for the wrap he didn't want removed, she lifted her slender arms and let her fingers explore his hair, careful not to touch his horns.
"Yes," she told him. "I can do that for you." The beautiful young woman looked into his eyes and smiled, warm and genuine, to reassure him... and then she dropped to her knees to finish undressing the rest of him.
She made no other touches, gave no indication that she was meant to do more than the service paid for, and when he was naked, she stood and took his hand, drawing him to the middle of the intimate room.
Aniana moved behind him and undid his hair, running her fingers through it, then reached for the pitcher. It was eternally filled with lukewarm water, and she poured it gently over his shoulders, using the sponge to wash away the wear and grime of travel, from the top of his head, to the bottom of his feet, washing him everywhere with a quiet poise.
When she was finished, she moved to a shelf and took a piece of white linen from it. It transformed into a robe that she helped smooth onto his shoulders and cinched at his waist.
She smiled at him again, and if he noticed, the water she uses to wash him had gotten her wet here and there, causing the linen she herself wore to slide and stick to her skin, almost translucent. It was only her thick blonde hair that kept her 'decent' by other culture's standards now.
"This way," she said to him and led him through the opposite door of the room to a long and quiet corridor that was open to a lush, green garden on one side.
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Kal
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Newbie Swag.
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 33
Physical Description: Kalgriff, but he goes by Kal.
Human, though some say that's subjective considering his mother is a born witch.
Hair: Dark brown, thick and curly. Usually long enough to tie up.
Eyes: Predominantly blue, but he does have heterocrhomia - leaving a fair portion of his left eye brown.
Skin: white, and a bit pale.
Physique: He stands tall, about 6'1" in fact, and has a very broad and muscular figure. Freckles cover his shoulders, back and face ( though they've faded a great deal with age ). Few scars, mostly on his right leg. He often has different warding or glyphs stained onto his skin ( nothing that lasts more than a few days, and each serving a specific purpose ).
Clothes and Equipment: Considering his occupation ( as well as reputation ), he tries to carry light. Little armor, and only as many layers as he can manage. They vary in design and color; usually an eclectic ensemble from the various regions he has visited. Almost always he fully conceals himself. It's a personal preference, which allows him to remain fairly anonymous wherever he goes.
He has a small arsenal of useful weapons; a crossbow, a sword, a few daggers, and mystery bag containing various ingredients and materials.
Player's online availability : Fairly active, but life happens.
Registered: Oct 20, 2016 7:07:39 GMT -8
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Post by Kal on Oct 21, 2016 22:14:49 GMT -8
It had taken him much longer than he expected, finding his way through the bazaar. There was so much to see; observing the people, admiring the goods – learning of a new culture, a new city so very far from his home. As gratifying as it was, the weight of his journey felt like iron atop of his shoulders. The not so subtle tension throughout the city had a lasting effect as well. Things were changing here, whether the people liked it or not. As pleased as he was to be a mere observer, his body’s exhaustion was his sign to resign to the one thing he’d wanted most. To visit the Cerulean Bathhouse. He had heard of it before, praised by an older client of his in fact. No pleasures in the world quite like it, my boy, he’d heard – and since then, he had made himself a promise. Should he ever venture to Sakand, he would visit the bathhouse himself, just to see if the stories were true.
He would find out sooner than later, as he reached the cream-colored exterior. There was a mere moment of hesitation; a pause to gather himself, to keep himself realistic when it came to living off of an old man’s fairy tale. As he entered however, he was faced with a far greater fantasy than he’d anticipated. The vibrant blues woke his senses; wide eyes trying to grasp the intricate design of the foyer alone. So many senses being coaxed at once; the visual aesthetic, combined with a lovely scent that lingered throughout the entire facility he imagined – and then the music. So sweet, so practiced. It had left his mouth agape; having looked foolish, had it not been for the worn, grey scarf that concealed him from the nose down. The only true part of him exposed had been his eyes, at the time. Blue, wide, and wandering. Everything else was a mismatched, and eclectic ensemble of pieces fit together. When it all came down to it, it was all simply a hood, scarf, trousers, boots, gloves and a bag.
Maybe he looked sorely out of place; too star struck to notice any nearby eyes, or nearing footsteps. Regardless, he was here, and quite eager for the experience - at least as much as his purse would allow.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 15:37:05 GMT -8
There were not many people in the cerulean square where Kal waited. It was not meant to be seen as crowded or overwhelmed, but a place that seemed almost private and undisturbed.
Indeed, a pretty young woman sat on cushions and played her stringed instrument, her dark hair flowing down her back and occassionally braided with golden beads. The water in the fountain and its center quietly gurgled as it ran down the cool blue tiles into the shallow pond at its base, a few long tailed fish darting about and hiding beneath the lillies and lotuses that decorated the waters top.
And then there was a woman, in golden Sandler with a slim golden chain around her waist, a gauzy sash wrapped around her hips that trailed behind her, showing off her legs that were intricately tattooed at one knee to her thigh with henna. She was topless, her breasts full and pert and hidden by the dark hair that fell in natural waves over her shoulder. A chain of delicate gold, studded every so often with a colored bead fell between her breasts, rolling against her soft skin.
She bowed her head to Kal, a smile on her face, a warmth in her almond shaped eyes. "Greetings, traveler. How may we be of service for you today?" It seemed as if he was her only priority.
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Kal
Established
Newbie Swag.
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 33
Physical Description: Kalgriff, but he goes by Kal.
Human, though some say that's subjective considering his mother is a born witch.
Hair: Dark brown, thick and curly. Usually long enough to tie up.
Eyes: Predominantly blue, but he does have heterocrhomia - leaving a fair portion of his left eye brown.
Skin: white, and a bit pale.
Physique: He stands tall, about 6'1" in fact, and has a very broad and muscular figure. Freckles cover his shoulders, back and face ( though they've faded a great deal with age ). Few scars, mostly on his right leg. He often has different warding or glyphs stained onto his skin ( nothing that lasts more than a few days, and each serving a specific purpose ).
Clothes and Equipment: Considering his occupation ( as well as reputation ), he tries to carry light. Little armor, and only as many layers as he can manage. They vary in design and color; usually an eclectic ensemble from the various regions he has visited. Almost always he fully conceals himself. It's a personal preference, which allows him to remain fairly anonymous wherever he goes.
He has a small arsenal of useful weapons; a crossbow, a sword, a few daggers, and mystery bag containing various ingredients and materials.
Player's online availability : Fairly active, but life happens.
Registered: Oct 20, 2016 7:07:39 GMT -8
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Post by Kal on Oct 22, 2016 17:34:07 GMT -8
At first, he had hardly noticed anyone else in the room but for himself. He was so taken away; breathless by the reality that far surpassed the stories. Then, she neared. A living, breathing masterpiece in her own right. Her delicate and controlled sway was mesmerizing, as was the smile she had offered. When she bowed, Kal felt inclined to do the same. It was a little more than a sturdy nod, but not quite as practiced as the woman. When she spoke, he was rather relieved it was in a tongue he was familiar with. As well informed as he preferred to be prior to his travels, languages had never truly been his strongest suit. Gods only know how hard his mother fought to change that. At her question, he removed the purse that clung to his belt and held it out to her.
“Whatever this will cover, miss…” The purse wasn’t by any means light, not after his last successful job – but what was considered valuable there, did not always equate to here. Even if it had only afforded him a gentle pat on the back, it was well worth it to have come all this way – to have witnessed the Cerulean Bathhouse, even if only from the lobby.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 18:51:21 GMT -8
Her laugh was low and rich, like dark chocolate, like red wine as she took the bag from him. "I see. You would like full services." She took the sack of money. All of it. If a traveler was going to offer it, she was going to take it, and Kal would still be happy for it. He would get a full herbal bath, in a private bath where he would have three attendnants instead of the standard one. Afterwards he would have a heated wrap and a full body massage with stones and incense, a luxurious touch on every inch of his skin until he melted into butter at their hands. ... but not yet. "We will take very good care of you, here," she said to him and she snapped her fingers. Three young women, dark hair ranging from black to coffee, bodies ripe and nubile and barely covered in scarves of contrasting jewel tones to their golden tanned skinned. One girl wore a slim ribbon around her neck, and the original woman stroked down her arm. "This is Yaia," she was introduced. "She is training, but she is very good." A soft order was given in Sakandi, and one woman came to each arm, smiling gently at him while Yaia led the way toward the left, the view from the back just as enticing as the view from the front.  |
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Kal
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Newbie Swag.
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 33
Physical Description: Kalgriff, but he goes by Kal.
Human, though some say that's subjective considering his mother is a born witch.
Hair: Dark brown, thick and curly. Usually long enough to tie up.
Eyes: Predominantly blue, but he does have heterocrhomia - leaving a fair portion of his left eye brown.
Skin: white, and a bit pale.
Physique: He stands tall, about 6'1" in fact, and has a very broad and muscular figure. Freckles cover his shoulders, back and face ( though they've faded a great deal with age ). Few scars, mostly on his right leg. He often has different warding or glyphs stained onto his skin ( nothing that lasts more than a few days, and each serving a specific purpose ).
Clothes and Equipment: Considering his occupation ( as well as reputation ), he tries to carry light. Little armor, and only as many layers as he can manage. They vary in design and color; usually an eclectic ensemble from the various regions he has visited. Almost always he fully conceals himself. It's a personal preference, which allows him to remain fairly anonymous wherever he goes.
He has a small arsenal of useful weapons; a crossbow, a sword, a few daggers, and mystery bag containing various ingredients and materials.
Player's online availability : Fairly active, but life happens.
Registered: Oct 20, 2016 7:07:39 GMT -8
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Post by Kal on Oct 23, 2016 8:02:58 GMT -8
That laugh of hers was divine; rich and infectious – he might have laughed himself, had he not been quite so distracted. There were no objections when she took the entire purse; it might have been all he’d had on him at the time, but he wasn’t entirely without elsewhere. Kal had been well taken care of, financially, when he had left for the city, and no doubt he would be fine when leaving it. Still, perhaps it was a bit careless to hand over that entire purse – but even good, practical men deserved to be a little careless from time to time. Especially given the cause.
Her reassurance felt almost too good to be true, and with the snap of her fingers, they were greeted by three more. Each one was a special gem; their sun kissed skin gleaming, looking so soft to touch – so supple, as if nothing had grazed it quite before. Their hair was beautiful, exotic, as was their attire. His attention had wandered to the one with the ribbon; he drank in all of her features before observing the hostess’s touch as it brush against the other’s arm.
“Yaia,” it was repeated, to remember, to admire the way it sounded. A smile of his own, though hidden by his scarf – but it translated through the warmth of his eyes. “A beautiful name,” he mentioned, while nodding with acknowledgement. “Well, I trust your word,” he admitted, in response to Yaia’s training. Kal was almost certain that had they never mentioned that bit, he’d have been none the wiser.
The command in Sakandi had peaked his interest; the sound foreign, but nevertheless beautiful. Then, he was met at each arm; beautiful, warm bodies linking to his before Yaia led the way. Even with his respect for the modesty and dignity of a woman’s flesh, it was hard not to stare. She was gorgeous; all flaws beyond his human eyes. The sway of her movements, her silhouetted curves – it left you euphoric, and with plenty left still to wonder. To long for. He cleared his throat, as they walked; a bit stumped for small talk what with being so distracted. Not just by their beauty, but with each passing portion of the establishment. “I apologize, I must look ridiculous. I am just…in awe. Everything about this place, it is breathtaking. We’ve nothing quite like it back home.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 8:47:24 GMT -8
The women to his right and left, gently perfumed, warm and lush laughed a little at the man's words, the sound as pretty as a softly swaying wind chime. Yaia blushed, her caramel skin turning a little rosy, her teeth biting subtly into the dusky rose of her bottom lip as a coy smile turned the corners of her mouth.
"Do not worry," said the darkest haired girl at his side, who wore a topaz pendant on a thin chain that slid down between her breasts and over her delicate rib cage to sparkle only a few inches above her toned navel. "You are not the strangest of men to come to Farliq," she assured him.
Yaia guided them to a door down a hallway and opened it into a smallish room, much like what Siqual had entered. There was a round, lowered cut out at the center, a small bench, a table with a basin and a cloth and s collection of jars and a tall Sakandi pitcher. There was a window that had an intricately carved latice in front of it, letting the sunlight dspple over his broad and strong frame.
The women moved away from his side, and one gestured for Yaia to come forward. When she moved, the sheer skirt that was woven about her thick hips slid between her curvy legs, baring them to his view and the henna markings that slid around one ankle and continued a journey up her calf to her knee and higher... before the ink slipped away, hidden... perhaps to be discovered?
Her hands were soft as she stood in front of him, reaching to take the mask from his face. "Now," she said to him, her voice sweet, a measure of youthful innocence still in it, a beautiful agana flower that had yet to be plucked, a plum that had not yet been bitten into but promised to be so ripe and juicy, "we will take off your clothes, and bathe you quickly in sweet water," Yaia told him in his own language, albeit with a heavy Sakandi accent -- but also of another spice, as well. Her eyes were tawny with flecks of green, different from the dark and secretive brown of the other women. "To rid--"
"Sooth you," the other woman corrected, who was blessed with a beauty mark beneath one of her mysteriously dark eyes, another at the corner of her lips, another at her collarbone, as if the gods themselves marked s trail on her body of where she should be kissed and worshipped.
Yaia blushed, "Sooth you.. of the toils of your travels before we will take you to bathe." Her hands, soft and silken slid down over his chest, and then she began to do as he said, as the two other women stepped forward to help.
There Kal stood, in the famed Cerulean Bathhouse, as three half naked women undressed him in a quiet but sensual ambience. Heaven, it seemed, did exist on Earth.
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Kal
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Newbie Swag.
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 33
Physical Description: Kalgriff, but he goes by Kal.
Human, though some say that's subjective considering his mother is a born witch.
Hair: Dark brown, thick and curly. Usually long enough to tie up.
Eyes: Predominantly blue, but he does have heterocrhomia - leaving a fair portion of his left eye brown.
Skin: white, and a bit pale.
Physique: He stands tall, about 6'1" in fact, and has a very broad and muscular figure. Freckles cover his shoulders, back and face ( though they've faded a great deal with age ). Few scars, mostly on his right leg. He often has different warding or glyphs stained onto his skin ( nothing that lasts more than a few days, and each serving a specific purpose ).
Clothes and Equipment: Considering his occupation ( as well as reputation ), he tries to carry light. Little armor, and only as many layers as he can manage. They vary in design and color; usually an eclectic ensemble from the various regions he has visited. Almost always he fully conceals himself. It's a personal preference, which allows him to remain fairly anonymous wherever he goes.
He has a small arsenal of useful weapons; a crossbow, a sword, a few daggers, and mystery bag containing various ingredients and materials.
Player's online availability : Fairly active, but life happens.
Registered: Oct 20, 2016 7:07:39 GMT -8
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Post by Kal on Oct 23, 2016 19:37:49 GMT -8
None of them were quite like the women he was familiar with back home. He supposed that was all part of their charm, their intention – to feel like a whole new world, at least to foreign visitors. They succeeded. Submitting himself wholly to this experience, he allowed them to lead the way, which brought them to a smaller, private room. It was just as lovely as the rest of what he had seen, but more confined – intimate. This time, the reassurance had encouraged him to laugh. “That makes me feel a bit better, then. Thank you,” and boy, could he only imagine. The oddities they must have seen; the good, the bad, and the ugly – they could have written a memoir, no doubt. Those sorts of wandering thoughts were short lived of course; hard to remain distant when the present was far, far better. Once inside, the women at his arms moved away, all the while Yaia stepped forward. Her step was revealing; the length of her legs exposed, revealing such intricate and fine henna work. Curiously his eyes rose with it, stopping himself short and forcing himself to seek out her eyes alone. Eyes that were quite alluring; Ocher hues with the fleck of green that met smoky blues with a splotch of brown only at the upper left eye. Those colors, the allure, it had momentarily voided the words she had spoken; sounds, soft and sweet, pouring from plump lips. Now, we will undress you…
A blink. A pause, just to contemplate, but with only an agreeing response. A nod was given in acknowledgement, after she had explained the process. After she had reached upward, unfastening the mask. His jaw set, tense from the unusual exposure – but he allowed her. She had pulled it away, revealing a strong jaw, and fairer skin. There were freckles upon the surface; most faded, soft in tone, that worked across his cheekbones, nose and chin. Even a few visible at the edge of his bottom lip. To most, he was considered handsome; a striking young fellow with the structures often portrayed in stonework and oils. Charming, even, but to the Sabeena Taliph? He must have been so very...ordinary.
With a strong inhale, his newly bare face offered a meek, though sincere, smile. Yaia had been so gentle with him; so, considerate, yet so sensual while she worked. Even in her error, one that had been corrected, she held a grace about her. As exceedingly stunning as the other two were, Yaia had caught his attention the most. He suspected that was intended, too.
Soon, the three of them enclosed him; each woman stripping a piece of his barrier, exposing him for the man that he was. A man no one would know, but one he was ashamed of nonetheless. He was still of course, despite wandering eyes; he was far more focused on observing their methods, and controlling his composure. This was a reputable place, after all. It deserved the highest respect. Layer after layer was taken away; odd pieces from his various travels strewn to the side. Nothing quite identifiable to what he did, who he really was. Just a taste of the world, fitted onto one. Stripped bare was a different story.
Beneath, he was a strong man; broad chest, nourished and earned muscle with dark hair. A long waist, that met with dense thighs and sturdy calves. The sunlight only seemed to highlight the occasional scars (predominantly at his right leg), and the dimly adorned symbols at his wrists (that extended up most of his forearms), and at the ankles.
The vulnerability of being so naked before such delicate beings resulted in an awkward stand. What was he supposed to do with his arms? Did he cover himself? That seemed a little ridiculous now. Instead, he mere lifted a hand to his hair, ruffling up the brown curls from having been flattened from the hood.
“Shall I sit or stand?” It was asked sincerely, seeking guidance. “…this is all quite new for me, in case you could not tell,” he joked, even fell into a chuckle. “Feel free to instruct me. I’m not familiar with your customs or culture, but I would very much like to make it as painless and, dare I say it, enjoyable, for you as well. If I look or speak like a fool, do tell me.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 15:06:01 GMT -8
   Satina .......................... Yaia ......................... Nadith
Their entire attention was on Kal. He was all that mattered to them at that time. He was all that was important. Their hands worshipped him, and everything he touched. The clothes they gently took from his body slid softly off his skin, traced by their fingertips that was like warm satin on steel. His clothes were respected, folded, put away. Their bodies were near, faintly perfumed, fresh and tender and soft, the supple heat of them enough to cause goosebumps on his skin when they passed too close, when they accidentally brushed a curve against the hard line of him. Yaia smiled at him when he smiled gently at her, those green-gold eyes of her as soft and inviting as the rest of her, a sort of sweet innocence mixed with a spiced sensuality that made her enticing and yearned for. When he was finally naked, Nadith moved to get the Sakandi pitcher, while Satina went to get the cloth. Yaia stood in front of him, and her lashes lowered with her gaze as her eyes watched the trail of her knuckles drift as light as a butterfly's wing over the skin of his arms. She traced the sleek musculature of him as he spoke, his voice a quiet rumble of thunder in the small and intimate room, until the young woman's fingers slid between his own and gripped his hands lightly. And then those eyes... those eyes looked up at him, once he stopped his nervous ramble.  "I do not think you are a fool. Let us take care of you." She pulled on his hands, and raised his arms over his head as the lush bodies of Satina and Nadith came close to him once more, Satina's eyes dark and flashing as she smiled, calling attention to the beauty mark at her lips, while Nadith almost smirked with a wordliness Kal couldn't hope to fathom -- the wisdom of a woman fully mature, a dark knowledge that a man couldn't hope to understand. Yaia drew his arms until they were over his head, and short as she was, her fingertips had to release his own to trail back down his arms before Satina handed her a cloth. Nadith poured water from the enchanted pitcher, and it slid over his skin, washing away wear and tear and travel and worry, while the hands of Nadith and Yaia worked over him. It was a fairly quick wash, meant to clean the customer so that when they finally did submerge and relax into their pool, they didn't muddy or dirty or infest the water. Although sabina taliph, they were trained as bathgivers as well, and knew what signs of disease or infestation to look for as they caressed dirt from his shoulders and chest and thighs and refreshed his skin, cleansed him. A robe of deep burgundy was put over his shoulders, and Yaia was made to wrap it around his chest and cinch it at his waist. "This way," she told him, and she turned to walk gracefully away from him, a sway to her hips that called attention to the almost-sheer, taught fabric that was wrapped 'round her hips and thighs and bottom, her own back naked. Satina and Nadith followed, but behind him, and did not touch. He was taken into a larger room, and there was a pool in the middle, a bath. Ornate tiles were beneath the water, but all else was cream and ivory and simple. A chest of drawers was against a wall beneath a laticed window, and as Satinda and Nadith went to put herbs and oils into the water, Yaia moved behind Kal and took the robe from his shoulders. "You will soak for as long as you please, until your muscles are relaxed and you feel your spirit gain rest," Yaia said to him. "Would you like any refreshments while you bathe?" She folded his robe over one arm and gestured to the bath with its warm churning waters, slightly perfumed with sandalwood and lavender, dried flower petals and herbs now floating in the water. |
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 29, 2016 6:44:21 GMT -8
Hansel walked along at a steady pace with his helmet under his hand. He cursed himself for wanting the formality and humbleness of it being there rather than putting it on to shade him from the sun but he did what he had to do.
He took a quick look at his reflection in his sword before putting the thing away. He smoothed down his hair and ripped scabs on his face to reveal the pink skin underneath; at least it was a little less noticeable he thought. He took a breath of air and muttered a prayer as he opened the door and stepped inside.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 18:45:06 GMT -8
When the young knight entered into the azure courtyard, a woman of graceful beauty approached, topless, with sheer scarves wrapped around her body yet embroidered with elaborate designs that covered more private areas. She wore an ornate necklace that dipped low over her breasts and even over her shoulders, almost like delicate, finely made armor, that once more covered the important areas of her chest. Her dark hair was artfully arranged atop her head, a Bindi over her forehead and her Sakandi eyes warm and welcoming. Her skirts trailed behind her in a small train as she moved.
"Welcome to the Cerulean Bathhouse," she said in accented common, noting that the young man looked very impressionable and wasn't the most handsome man she had ever met. The freshly picked scabs and disheveledness of him might have influenced that opinion. "How may I be of service?"
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 31, 2016 5:35:36 GMT -8
Hansel felt odd at the sight of the foreign women with her attire and looks, he always felt odd in the presence of foreign things. He bowed before speaking up. "I have to see someone, her name is Yaia." He said, trying his best to say the name right. He knew how it would look, a young man requesting to see a specific girl of the place. His cheeks reddened along with an uneasy smile. He realized from her look that perhaps he should have used what powers he could muster up in his state to heal his face, though doing that in front of the woman would be odd; he opted to wait for her to turn away.
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