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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 15:54:38 GMT -8
She smiled again at him, a soft thing, a comforting thing. Warm and smooth at his side, she tipped her head to rest on the same pillow as he, the slightly spiced and floral scent of the perfume on her body only very faintly tinging the air.
Her lush mouth opened, her sweet face focused on him and about to confide in him when there was suddenly a sharp word from over her shoulder. She sat up very quickly, her back almost naked to Hansel.
There was a white robbed woman that had just entered, her entire right shoulder and arm bare, as well as her right leg. She spoke in quick Sakandi to the girl, who answered back and slipped off of Hansel's bed, quickly leaving the room with her head bowed.
The woman moved over the Hansel's side, about the same age as Genevieve, although there was silver at he temples. She did not seem unkind, but she did seem stern. Her dark eyes inspected Hansel's face. And then she reached for another jar.
"Do you know where you are, child?" The woman asked in a deep and almost scratchy voice that spoke of her vice for hookah.
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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.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 22, 2016 17:54:03 GMT -8
As the girl left he wailed stuffed his face into the pillow one last time. He had to be stronger, less of a whiny little shit.
He would do his best to sit up, looking down ashamed. He cleared his throat, nodding. "I traveled through the Sorala Desert, so I believe Goraia's autonomous sub-state of Sakand." He looked down, awaiting a great berating, which he deserved. "I'll be no trouble, I can leave soon."
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Aluandra
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There shall be blood in the sand
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 27
Physical Description: Hair:Red
Eyes:Green
Somewhat stocky, with a bearing and countenance of movement not unlike a man, well defined muscles supporting a full, statuesque figure, upon her tan skin is a nebula of scars upon scars, testament to the violent habit of living for which her soul had fallen. Aluandra has an alluring, heart-shaped face of comely proportion and features beset by the cruel mien divulged from someone accustomed to the more extreme forms of expression, mostly violence. Swagger to her walk, not of arrogance but of confidence; hers is the make of a lion at leisure, untroubled and undaunted, however there is a perpetual sort of anger there, and a restless spirit.
Clothes and Equipment: Rough, well worn and very sparse clothing, various weapons
Bracers for her arms and greaves for her legs
The pelt of a very large lion
Player's online availability : Various
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Post by Aluandra on Oct 23, 2016 18:37:14 GMT -8
Aluandra appears almost lost in thought, turning to face the speaker only for the faintest moments before her eyes cloud in a veil of introverted contemplation, "I'm a bit familiar with the Seven Points, particularly how they apply to me, and the ones that I favor most." She gives a firm nod, the proceeds with "Aluandra." No last name given.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 10:55:16 GMT -8
Hansel von Dietzhoff
The woman paused, and a dark brow lifted on her face. "Mm. I see," she said and she reapplied the poultice onto the face that Hansel had been shoving into pillows and breasts and crying all over. "You're in the Temple of Serenity," she told the boy. "You're of a religious order that may clash with ours, as I've been given to understand," she spoke in her no-nonsense voice that still yet held warmth. It seemed most everyone in Sakand was warm in some way. "I would suggest that you keep any words such as zealots and heretics and wrong-doers and sin out of your vernacular while you're here. As long as you do that, I don't think you'll be of any trouble."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 11:08:44 GMT -8
Aluandra
A woman was shrouded in white behind Aluandra, a veil pinned to the back of her head and left to cascaded over her shoulders and arms and around her feet. The garments she wore left her stomach bare -- toned, and pierced, and henna-marked with a tattoo of swirling flowers that wound about her side. "Welcome to the Temple of Serenity, Aluandra," she said in her husky voice. "I am Panasha," she said and bowed her head. She stepped toward Aluandra, and if not stopped, meant to wrap her arm around Aluandra's own and take her for a slow stroll through one of the wide galleria terraces at the top of the temple. "Who taught you the Seven?" she wondered.
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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.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 24, 2016 12:02:11 GMT -8
Trying to sit up and look as formal as he could when pretty much naked, he brushed her concerns aside with a motion of his hand. "Angelism is a pan-theistic faith, it was made aeons ago when like minded believers in similar gods got together to end their religious conflict and banded together in peace and understanding. Ever since then it is based on getting faiths together to form one greater whole, and many Angels, Gods and Saints are being added today; as you can imagine this breeds a great tolerance." Gaining a little confidence and straightening up he would add to his little advertisement. "I am not sure whose temple I am in, but they don't look to be the nasty people we make enemies of. In fact, from what I so far see you would be welcome to join the greater conglomeration of faiths." he said, with a hint of a proposal in his voice. "We do have some people spreading nasty words about what we did in the far-North but most of that is a lie paid for by our enemies or the fault of them."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 12:25:37 GMT -8
The priestess laughed a little. "Save your speech, child," the woman said. Her hands were cool on his face, soothing his burns and the cuts he endured. "The Temple will not be joining your religious collection," she said in a voice that brooked no argument, but was not exactly harsh.
"So it's tears for Yaia, but speeches for me, hm?" She teased the boy with a perk of her brow as she moved her hands away and washed them with water, then using new, fresh water, she gave him a cup. "Drink it all. You need to stay hydrated with your delicate condition."
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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.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 24, 2016 13:02:34 GMT -8
When she declined he shrugged. There was no malice from either party, which was fine. Many people even in Audria were not Angelists and that was fine, so long as they weren't total bastards.
He laughed a little when she mentioned the other woman, and her question, but then sighed and looked to her grimly for a few moments. "She caught me in a difficult moment." and left it at that. He would drink as demanded, knowing it was best not to argue. "Of what faith is this temple?" he asked conversationally.
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Aluandra
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There shall be blood in the sand
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 27
Physical Description: Hair:Red
Eyes:Green
Somewhat stocky, with a bearing and countenance of movement not unlike a man, well defined muscles supporting a full, statuesque figure, upon her tan skin is a nebula of scars upon scars, testament to the violent habit of living for which her soul had fallen. Aluandra has an alluring, heart-shaped face of comely proportion and features beset by the cruel mien divulged from someone accustomed to the more extreme forms of expression, mostly violence. Swagger to her walk, not of arrogance but of confidence; hers is the make of a lion at leisure, untroubled and undaunted, however there is a perpetual sort of anger there, and a restless spirit.
Clothes and Equipment: Rough, well worn and very sparse clothing, various weapons
Bracers for her arms and greaves for her legs
The pelt of a very large lion
Player's online availability : Various
Registered: Oct 21, 2016 14:56:24 GMT -8
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Post by Aluandra on Oct 24, 2016 16:56:12 GMT -8
Relinquishing to the sentiments of the other woman, the hard muscular cords of her arm betray the lithe gait of a woman calling upon a grace of step than one would not expect. Aluandra casts her eyes down at her bare feet as she walks, conjuring retrospective thoughts, "Helen Roe, the woman who raised me."
Aluandra's voice is expectedly deep, however there is also hints of an earthly contralto that wavers soulfully like a bard expressing an impassioned tale, nearly a whisper at times, and even then is like shifting stone. "Helen was well-versed in many worldly things, and through her, the difference between a mere fighter and a warrior... is me." her brows furrow in consternation, "The codes of far eastern countries' traditions have taught me how to die well, honorably, impeccably. But the teachings I've gleaned of the transcontinental desert countries have taught me how to live. So here I am. To gain a greater understanding of the path ahead of me, I must first gain a greater understanding of my self. So I can live the life that the woman who raised me blessed me with to live."
Aluandra was a woman of hard eyes and harder countenance, but there was an enduring quality to her make and mien that spoke of strength, rather than hardness; the strength to endure, where hard things would have broken. Something tentative has crept into her spirit; she is a fawn, wetting her hooves at the shore, nervous to face the oceanic depths that lie further out.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 7:22:10 GMT -8
Hansel von Dietzhoff "Some follow the Spirits of Seven, some follow the Spirits of Ten. I suppose it depends on ones outlook of life," the woman answered him as she got up from her knees and sat beside him on the bed. Her back was almost completely naked, save for the material that draped over one shoulder to cover her chest. There were deep, deep scars along her skin, of a woman who had once been whipped, which meant that she might have once, possibly, been a slave. "Lets have a look," she said and gestured to his chest where Yaia had laid a flat cloth over his chest. The priestess' hands were gentle as she lifted it. "Do all Angelists harm themselves?" She asked with an arch of her brow at the many scars and permanent markings on Hansel's body.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 7:29:51 GMT -8
Aluandra "You're not going to find what you seek in this Temple," the priestess said to the warrior as they strolled. A very gentle breeze tripped through the emerald fronds of the short and tall palm trees and shrubberies near them, carrying the perfume of the flowering vines that crawled around the columns and awning above them. "This is only the place where you come to pray, not to live. The answers you want are out there, the questions you didn't know you had are here. I think that's why many choose not to pray at all. It sometimes feels to leave you worse off than you were before." Her dark eyes looked over Aluandra for a moment, and then a gentle voice caught her ears. "Mother," and she turned to look. It was the priestess from the bay, who had ah... greeted... Aluandra. She approached and did not even look at the warrior woman, but instead greeted the priestess with a kiss to both cheeks, and then received one on her head. "Aluandra, this is my daughter, Jadina," said Panasha, and then Jadina did turn to look at Aluandra, and it was there -- the heat and the mischief in her brown eyes, just for Aluandra.
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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.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 26, 2016 11:32:46 GMT -8
He catalogued the faith of the locals under "weird." When one's whole religion depends on their outlook on life, and it is determined with a shrug it is clearly one of the "peace and friendship" types, for whom the ends do not always justify the means. Hans supposed that was what differentiated many faiths from the Angelists. With his people, the ends always justify the means. No matter how many good people died in the war against evil, good was done overall. The fact that good was done was all that mattered in the end.
When she brought up his self-inflicted wounds he sighed, and looked down grimly. "No, we do not. These signs are all a choice of mine, many a penance for what I did. The reichsadler and aquila, the cross, shield, the wings, the texts, all has meanings. Perhaps if I finally pay back my debt to the universe I will heal them, but not now. Not yet." He looked at her scars and wondered if she flagellated herself just like he did. "Those scars...." he said, letting the question appear in her mind by itself.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 12:51:51 GMT -8
She ran her fingertips over one of the markings, the touch meant to be clinical rather than sensual. "Hm," she said shortly, as if dismissing them. "Then I will leave them as they are." She had meant to heal them, thinking that perhaps some of the symbols had been carved into skin were the same as she had received hers. She turned back away from him, making it once more easy for him to see the lashes across her own back while she went through the motions to clean her hands. "I was born into the tribes of the Solara Desert. When I was young, just upon my Blood Moon, our tribe was attacked and I was taken as a slave." She filled another cup of water, and handed it to him. "Drink."
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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.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 26, 2016 13:25:39 GMT -8
He looked at her unhappily when she touched the scars; they were his, and somewhat personal. When she finally stopepd he returned to an impassive expression, still a little uncomfortable.
Her words confused him a little, all these foreign terms were odd to him. "Your blood moon?" he asked, clearly confused. He drank once more as she requested, knowing it was probably for the best of him. After drinking the water he pulled out some of his singed hear, grunting a little and looking at it. "It only gets worse." he muttered to himself, wondering if there were any people with light hair arond here. Back home every other person was blond.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 14:16:10 GMT -8
The woman looked amused at Hansel that he wasn't aware of the phrase. "When a girl first gets the fertile blood between her thighs," she explained to the young knight. It would have meant she was only 12 or 13 when she was taken, but she didn't expound on anything else that might have happened to a young girl taken by the tribes in the desert -- the same tribes that had come upon Hansel and had made him linger beneath the sun in order to get food.
"We could shave your head," the woman told him as he groaned at his hair. She wondered how it got singed. Just from heat? It usually took fire to singe the hair off others. The woman took a breath and then stood up, taking the cup of water from him. "You may rest more if you like. The milt poultice on your face is helping your wounds, but if you find you're fine with it, you can wash it off. You may explore Sakand as you wish, but the Lady Fairuz has an inquiry into your identity at the moment, so I would not suggest exploring far."
She moved as she spoke, procuring Sakandi clothes for him that would be better suited for the weather, and lying them beside his other clothes that had been laundered. His armor, however, did not seem as if it had been touched. "And if you have a need to find Yaia again, she is at the Cerulean Bathhouse."
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Aluandra
New
There shall be blood in the sand
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 27
Physical Description: Hair:Red
Eyes:Green
Somewhat stocky, with a bearing and countenance of movement not unlike a man, well defined muscles supporting a full, statuesque figure, upon her tan skin is a nebula of scars upon scars, testament to the violent habit of living for which her soul had fallen. Aluandra has an alluring, heart-shaped face of comely proportion and features beset by the cruel mien divulged from someone accustomed to the more extreme forms of expression, mostly violence. Swagger to her walk, not of arrogance but of confidence; hers is the make of a lion at leisure, untroubled and undaunted, however there is a perpetual sort of anger there, and a restless spirit.
Clothes and Equipment: Rough, well worn and very sparse clothing, various weapons
Bracers for her arms and greaves for her legs
The pelt of a very large lion
Player's online availability : Various
Registered: Oct 21, 2016 14:56:24 GMT -8
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Post by Aluandra on Oct 26, 2016 16:49:27 GMT -8
When offered those somewhat disconcerting words, Aluandra shakes her head lightly, that crimson mane of hair all askew across her features, "No, I don't mean to live here, I pray on how to live. It's easy to be led astray in this great huge world, whatever advice I can take from here with me is more than welcome."
When that familiar face arrives, Aluandra's own green eyes flash verdant flames and her smile becomes a smirk of sorts however as soon a she is introduced, all pretenses shatter like glass. Her tan features suddenly pale, her mouth falls open, then just as suddenly a flash of color blooms across her cheeks and nose as she quickly gives a polite bow to disguise her innate reaction. Makers Breath! Half lidded eyes regard the girl coolly, inquisitively, as she offers a hand, "Aluandra. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
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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.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 26, 2016 17:30:43 GMT -8
"Mein gott...." Hansel looked at the woman in disgust. This seemed to be such an odd place, especially where being raped as just a kid was shrugged off so simply. An urge was growing in him, on so primal; the ones that drove the Crusaders, the urge that made seemingly ordinary men release blood boiling screams, cut bodies in half and bite out throats. In his mind there was their song, their chant of war. "Ours is the only just demand, when we fight for this holy land." he said not realising it was out loud. Looking to the Priestess he tried to dissuade any fears. "It is part of a song, it does not mean we shall attack you, just the bastards that do such horrible things."
When she brought up someone inquiring about his identity he panicked for a moment but then relaxed. "There is a Chapter House of our's in the Region of Medan. They may contact them since they are the part of our order that is nearest. It was damaged in the uprising but they are always ready to speak, and contact the greater parts of the Order."
He appreciated the arrival of the Sakandian clothes but they were not for him. The Order had led Crusades in deserts before and the Knights then did not remove their armour, so neither would Hansel. Besides, his buunvar leather kept him relatively cool, only falling to the heat after several weeks on foot through the desert and a day without water. When he was finally dressed, he bowed before the Priestess, and spoke to her once more. "How much was used upon me?" he asked, knowing the word "pay" would be brushed aside. "Oh, and the girl, I don't err... I am going to see her but I don't well... you know."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 18:42:54 GMT -8
"The pleasure is mine,"Jadina said to Aluandra, her voice light. She didn't want to make it obvious to her mother just what plans the young, scandalous woman had in store for the warrior... if the warrior reciprocated, that was.
"Mother, Sashriq wanted to speak to you about the tithes of the temple," Jadina intoned. "I can keep our guest company."
"He would lose his head were it not attached. Please excuse me, Aluandra. I leave you in good hands." She hugged her daughter once more and left...
... and that's when Jadina's gaze truly turned warm. "Have you seen much of the temple?" She asked Aluandra with s tip of her head. "I could show you more... if you'd like." Jadina kept a respectable distance, since of course they were in relative public, but her voice hinted at heat and gasps and sighs and tingles.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 18:49:25 GMT -8
Hansel von Dietzhoff She perked a brow at his purr disgust. That a line like the one he spoke right after came from his lips said much about the young man. Perhaps she should send a note round to Yaia... ... but it wasn't any of her business. "Of course," she responded, her tone a bit haughty. "You mean the region of Goraia." She stood up and moved toward the doorway, and paused to look at him quizically when Hansel tried to say without saying that he wasn't going to Yaia for sex. Given that the Sakandi did not consider the Sabina Taliph to be whores, nor their services to be summarily rounded to sex, she was confused. Until she remembered who Hansel was, and the culture he came from. "I wouldn't worry," the priestess told him. "You may stay at the temple until your paperwork comes through, or until you find lodging more preferable for your needs." If nothing else was needed, she left.
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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.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 29, 2016 4:58:53 GMT -8
The lad scratched his arm nervously and blushed as she came to understand what he was trying to say although with the sun-burn it would be hard to see. He knew there would be great cultural differences between them; he was just lucky he was sent to Aozora, so he learned common. On the other hand, if he never got sent there he would never meet the Keata, and thus never get here. He wondered about paths his life could have taken for a few moments before finally losing most of the redness of the blushing. "Ja, I'll find where to stay. Goraia you say? Well either way our Chapter House is still active.
When the woman left he looked at the reflection of himself in his helmet, and shaved with his sword. When he finished, he paused thoughtfully and cut his hair considerable too. Cleaning himself up as best as he could he sighed thoughtfully.
Straightening up he left some coins for the water and whatever medicine they used on him.
Finally he stood up to leave, giggling at the pain of his leather and other materials rubbing on his burns. He looked about hoping nobody had seen this odd display. Brushing himself off, he stood walked off to the bathhouse after asking which way it was.
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