Giant's Hand
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Roleplay posts: 22
Registered: Aug 11, 2018 12:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Giant's Hand on Sept 13, 2018 21:09:38 GMT -8
The Gilded Steppes The Steppes paint the scenery gold well beyond the horizon. When the wind blows, the grass makes waves, hiding a plethora of secrets within. Many tribes use this place as grazing lands for their livestock, though the area is so vast that it can be a task to track them down.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Dec 3, 2018 18:15:11 GMT -8
This place... It very much sung to this lost one of home. The rolling gold fields, rising and falling like the evey shifting sands of the As'deen desert.
For the first time in a very long story, The dune-walker felt a moment of bitter sweet satisfaction--- The few memories of home he had been allowed he cherished--- and this place--- It whispered memories into Tam's mind like faded watercolor on clean canvas.
His long legs carried him swiftly through the tall grass. His Spear and buckler were carried in the traditional fashion of his people, Draped lazily across the nape of his neck with the buckler dangling in his off hand. "The burden" or " The peaceful" depending on how you translated the old tongue... For Tam, he'd always read it as the ladder, but currently his ice blue eyes read the country before him.
He knew not where he was going--- and that suited him well his feet had carried him over the waves- to the land of rice and teas... Fond memories were made there. Brotherly bonds formed, and sweet nothings whispered over blossom tea and charcoal etchings.
Fresh Tah'nish--- the Tattoo like scars covering this tall, bronzed man's body, were etched onto his left arm. Though one marking did not seem to flow with the rest of the markings,--- they were Tawakoshian runes which read Chen-Hua, A tattoo rather than a Tal'nish, in red ink to remind him of the way she made him blush over tea.
Swaying with the wind, his loose-fitting creme garb clapping time, the Bronzed man began to sing in As'deen--- a humble melody made rich and sweet by his deep tones. It was a love-wandering song called " And as I see---" through each verse seemed to be broken by the words " Chen-Hua"
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Dec 4, 2018 19:35:12 GMT -8
The golden sea sang secrets back to the traveler as his merry tune swam through its blades. The light thumping of a fleeing rabbit, the soft neighing of wild horses a hill over-
The scrape of steel against steel.
Only a split second was given to the adventurer before a bright glimmer whizzed through the tall grass straight towards him. It was swift- undeniably so- and hard to follow even with a trained eye.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Dec 4, 2018 19:46:02 GMT -8
The sound of steel made the Bronze man perk up like a desert cat, and with the quickness of such an animal, he reacted to the projectile speeding towards him .
The Dune runner fell backward, narrowly avoiding the object as it whizzed overhead--- Using the fall's momentum the man rolled to a defensive crouch. His buckler held close to his heart and chin. His spear tucked low as the man's icy blue eyes scanned the grasslands ahead of him. Keeping low to not invite a second throw.
" A NEAR MISS!" He called mirthfully. " WHO WOULD DANCE WITH TAM MHEL FARSHAW?!" His voice carried easily through the open space--- there was no anger in his tone if anything there was an eagerness.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Dec 4, 2018 20:24:42 GMT -8
The weapon made a wide berth back to its source, cutting the grass at half mass as it flew. Small, barely discernable footsteps, what had to of been the fleeing rabbit from before, made their way close to the bronze man.
"It is I!" shouted a high, lyrical voice. Swift as a leaping fox, a head popped up above the wheat, young and smiling and gleeful, all but her nose and mouth hidden by a sand-colored pet. "Tashi!"
No sooner had she disappeared beneath the sea of grass did the glimmering object fly over the field again, coming around to the outlander's back. Watching for him to turn around, his opponent only leaped out once his attention switched, aiming a flat, silvery object at the back of his head.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Dec 4, 2018 20:44:38 GMT -8
Hearing his opponent Tam grinned ear to ear. Here was a soul who knew how to start a dance Seeing exactly how close the woman had managed to get to him without him noticing made Tam's face burn red with embarrassment, had the green lander's spoiled him so much that he wouldn't notice a cliff had he walked halfway across its span?! The Man uncoiled like an adder and leapt at the woman, leaving the long hunting spear behind. His eyes locking with her's as his massive hand darted for her throat. " Tashi! I shall remember the name of the woman who came so close to sneaking up on me!", it was not a simple task to sneak up on a Farshaw, and would make anyone beam with pride had he offered such kind words.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Dec 4, 2018 21:02:02 GMT -8
This.
Was not expected.
Most any reasonable person would at least try to deflect or dodge the fan, but this guy was just coming at her! In a near-panic she spun the flat iron object in her hand, aiming for the man's wrist. She was not able to put enough force in it to break the bone, but hopefully, she was able to shove it to the side. In the same motion, she tried to shuffle backward, but goodness was this man big! His long arms and legs would prove a detriment to the small-framed girl.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Dec 4, 2018 21:38:03 GMT -8
The man bearing down on her easily had fifty pounds on her, His arms thick as her legs and his hands clearly used to scale walls and rocky cliff faces--- But when her weapon met with the bronze man’s wrist, it was not met with the resistance of an oak--- but rather it gave like clay. Tam rolled his wrist around the top of the weapon before forcing it downward and palm as the momentum of her strike carried onwards along its slightly altered path. His own momentum carrying him forward still threatening to crash into her, his buckler still held close to his chest.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Dec 4, 2018 21:53:42 GMT -8
What a snake this one was! The young fighter's mind was racing for options. When her ears picked up the sound of the razor fan, however, her smile widened. Though her right arm was crossed over her chest from the foreigner's unorthodox choice in defense, her left arm was free. She raised it- just as her opponent started pushing into her with the shield- and...
... and missed.
With a cry, the woman let go of the iron fan and placed her hands on the shield to lessen the impact on her diaphragm. She grunted as it hit her, but used the force to push her onto her feet, skittering backward.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Dec 4, 2018 22:04:53 GMT -8
As the fan fell downward, his eye caught her left arm raising upwards--- His forearm snapped back to target, large fingers seeking purchase on her slender throat! His weight and force directed against the back of his shield.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Dec 4, 2018 22:37:04 GMT -8
In such a tight spot, the young woman had very little options. She didn't even have time to think, so she simply brought down her raised elbow onto the bronze man's, trying to get it to buckle so he wouldn't get to her throat.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Feb 28, 2019 18:26:50 GMT -8
The bronze man's arm felt like she elbowed a tree at first, but gave way as easily as sand. Feeling that his attack was going to fail, the dune walker used what forward momentum he had left to roll to the side, landing in a low crouch. His pale blue eyes wide as a cat, there was no anger in his gaze- If anything there was endearment.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on May 5, 2019 14:36:52 GMT -8
Tashi did not stop her backward jog until she was several good feet away from this fascinating stranger. In the same motion, she lowered one of her hands to catch the fan that had cut a path through the wheat. They could see one another between the golden sea, if just barely. She grinned.
"You are not afraid," she pointed out, resuming a defensive stance. "Most would have concerned themselves with the object going for their head, but you came for me. Very curious, Outlander. Or, as you announced, Mhel Farshaw! You would dance with me?"
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on May 6, 2019 10:00:44 GMT -8
"Are we not ?" He asked as he uncoiled like a viper, his long legs mocking the little distance she had managed to wedge between them.
His surged forward, with only his buckler, in a posture not unlike that of a boxer.
" Tell me Tashi, what concern does a fool have for things he can not know?" He mused.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on May 10, 2019 15:55:59 GMT -8
"And yet this fool has some wise words to give," she replied, whipping the throwing fan at a slight angle towards his face to deter him. She splayed the iron fan in a similar fashion as Tam's shield and began to back up, weaving left and right this time so she was not charged by him like a mad bull.
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Setseg
Established
Princess of the Tamorjin
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Barely above five feet, Set does not tower, nor does she intimidate. Her face is round with the last bits of baby fat she's yet to grow out of. Though she certainly doesn't miss out on meals, she is only just slim due to some exercise had from horseback riding and training in archery.
Clothes and Equipment: Set wears nothing less than the most extravagant dresses made from fine and expensive cloth and furs.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 4, 2018 20:21:02 GMT -8
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Post by Setseg on Jun 28, 2019 18:13:13 GMT -8
Home was a heavenly sight.
The crisp summer air was a far cry from the Isran humidity. As the wind blew through the princess' thick hair, she relished the chill on her skin; eyes closed, lips curled into a smile.
Traveling had been a fantastic experience. Setseg was able to meet so many amazing people with minds, both similar and foreign. Warlords, royalty, peasants, explorers, she'd met them all, though the princess felt that she had only seen a sliver of the wonders beyond Toragana's borders. One day she would venture out again. For now, her people needed her.
She rode on the trusty steed that had accompanied her this far. The horse was a stout, muscular creature that her mother entrusted to her just before her untimely death. Beside her, a bodyguard of the same nature. He was an older man, harder to dance around than her childhood friend, but a good man: a man that had known her mother for quite some time. She glanced at him with a smile, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"It feels like it's been eons though it's only been several months, does it not?" she laughed. "I am happy to return."
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Jun 28, 2019 18:19:06 GMT -8
The bronze giant's face twisted into a puzzled knot. His pose relaxed, his hands resting on his broad hips, gazing down his nose at the short woman.
"Do you mock me Raven haired dancer?" his indignant tone carried warm notes of humor. His eyes were the only thing that moved, following the woman with a steady gaze, the mountain of a man did not seem to breathe save for one long inhale. He waited expectantly for an answer.
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Bataar
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 18
Physical Description: Bataar in a stocky young man, but still a bit lanky in his youth. He stand at about 5'4", the inch his sister has over him always a source of frustration and teasing. His hair is scruffy and cut oddly, a result of his recent attempts to trim it himself. He has 3 long scars that cross over his eye, a result of an injury sustained when he and his sister snuck out on a midnight hunt when they were young. He has dark brown eyes that are usually full of mirth and passion.He is not old enough yet to have the tattoos traditional to their people.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears a simple tunic with leggings and a skin to fend off the chill of the wind. He wears soft heeled boots often in the hopes of one day being able to sneak up on his elder sister- though that wont happen. His weapon of choice is a curved saber which he typically wears strapped to his back.
Allegiances: Tengerii Shiire; His family; Himself
Registered: Jan 2, 2019 12:59:26 GMT -8
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Post by Bataar on Jul 2, 2019 19:28:21 GMT -8
Bataar plopped down amidst the tall grasses in exhaustion, tilting his head to look back up at the sky and the sun beating down mercilessly on his brow. Not for the first time, he wished he had his sister at his side. The journey was the longest he'd ever made without her company. He missed her nagging comments and teasing jibes that always reinvigorated him in the longer of their hunting expeditions. He'd always been so competitive with her, the second she put his endurance into question, he was back at her side-puffing away to keep up. Now all he had was some... strange monk...creature that kept offering him the strange yellow 'fruit' whenever he was flagging. Which didn't inspire the same response, though if he so much as saw the 'fruit' again, he thought he'd find it in him to start sprinting again.
The creature, Makhaya as he called himself, had deigned to join Bataar in his quest to find his sister and extract vengeance- though the vengeance part was very much on Bataar's part. The odd female-male had departed- uninterested in offering his assistance, but Bataar could hardly blame him. Without any real... knowledge of who had taken Chinua, where she might be, and an actual plan to save his sister... It was quite honestly a suicide mission. Not that Bataar cared. He'd find Chinua and the others, no matter what it took.
"Why did the Earth Mother have to make her creation so vast..?" Bataar grumbled miserably, mostly to himself. He reached for his water bag, lifting it up to his lips to take a long sip. Even the cool air of his new environment, did nothing to help the exhaustion set so deeply in his bones. "Chinua owes me more than a night's portion of meat when I find her." He grumbled. He only spoke aloud about his sister in definitives. There was no doubt in his mind his sister had made it. He would have known if she passed on, like he had with their mother and father. But until he found proof otherwise- he knew in no uncertain terms his elder sister still walked the earth.
"We have to be getting close to the city by now." He muttered as he looked out at the grass, his brow furrowing slightly as he thought he could see the outline of some figures in the distance. It was probably just the sunlight and the grasses playing tricks on his mind... but still his eyes followed the hazy outlines.
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Makhaya the Prophet
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 47
Physical Description: A sensible looking Gorilla who has grown accustomed to standing as the humans do. His fur is a darkish charcoal color while the fur on his head is a bit brown. His teeth are surprisingly white.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wears a bright yellow, almost golden colored stole around his neck. Can usually be found in plain robes of a dark gray color. Wears a beaded necklace with a banana shaped pendant on the end of it. Carries a metal staff with a single golden banana resting on top of it.
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Allegiances: Order of the Banana
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 8:18:49 GMT -8
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Post by Makhaya the Prophet on Jul 4, 2019 13:46:10 GMT -8
Makhaya ambled along beside Bataar, a satisfied expression on his face. Not only was he blessed to be able to help this poor child find his sister, but they were traveling to a city. A city that likely had never heard of the Order of the Banana! Makhaya could barely contain his excitement when he thought of the hordes of people he could convert! However, it seemed Bataar needed to take a break from their long trek, a break Makhaya was happy to join him in.
“Why would your sister owe you meat when you have been blessed by my inexhaustible supply of bananas?” Makhaya said, raising one eyebrow as a look of genuine confusion passed over his face.
As if to prove his point, Makhaya produced a banana from one of his robes countless pockets. Pulling the peeling back, the gorilla took a sizable bite out of the fruit, happily munching away at it.
“I sure hope we’re getting closer to this city you speak of. While the scenery in your country is quite beautiful, my legs and feet are growing rather weary from all this walking around.”
The outlines that Bataar may or may not have seen were gone completely unnoticed by Makhaya, the gorilla beginning to hum a rather happy sounding tune to himself as he sat cross-legged beside the lad.
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Ibrahim Abhay
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 55
Physical Description: Ibrahim stands at 6'0", though at one point in his life it may have been 6'3". Grays pepper his hair and beard, crowfeet hop at the corner of his eyes, deep canyons crease his forehead. In short, he has aged. Though he has aged quite a lot, he still has remained in rather good shape, from constant practice and exercise.
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Clothes and Equipment: Being in the upper crust of Toragana society has allowed Ibrahim access to the best of tailors and smiths, and his wardrobe shows it. Rich silks, the finest of cottons in bright colors are the clothes he wears in court, while in the streets and in the elements he wears hardier garments.
For war he wears a mail shirt with metal plates over a crimson red gambeson, and chain and plate chausses for his lower half. A chichak helmet with an ostrich plume and chainmail hanging from its sides protects graces his dome. In battle he wields a round shield, shamshir, recurve bow, lance, and janbiya dagger.
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Allegiances: Setseng
Registered: Jul 9, 2019 18:32:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ibrahim Abhay on Jul 9, 2019 19:41:55 GMT -8
"Indeed Your Highness," he replied, keeping an ever watchful gaze on both her and their surroundings, "it is always a relief to escape the binds of the palace and see the world, but sometimes even sweeter to return." Perhaps a slip of the tongue, only time would tell.
Even though it was only the pair of them on the road thus far that day, Ibrahim was still near fully armored, the only part not covered being his legs, revealing crimson cotton riding breaches. Still thick enough to turn away some dull blades, but not much more. If there would be danger about he planned on using his bow to keep it at bay. His steed was a different matter, with only the chanfron being tied to his head.
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