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 12, 2019 15:39:11 GMT -8
Bataar groaned softly as he picked up the smell of the strange fruit again. Yup, that was enough to make him want to start running again. But there was something else that was making him forget his exhaustion. The hazy outlines were only becoming clearer instead of fading away. And past the creatures' chewing he could just make out the voices. There was only really one word that he needed to hear though. Hearing a man referring to someone as 'Your Highness'... the only one whom they'd refer to as such was the Earth Mother. There was someone who walked the earth that was honored with the same distinction as their Goddess?
He watched the figures come into better view, his mouth went a little dry as he saw her. Astride a horse, much different from the beast his sister had tamed somehow, she drew the eye. Bataar hadn't seen many girls with how small his village had been and most were far younger than him... so seeing for the first time a girl that looked about his age was... jarring to say the least. But he had no doubt that she was deserving of a title like their goddess.
As the hoof clips grew closer though Bataar snapped out of his daze. Gorgeous girl or not, the party probably could be of use to him in his mission. He hurriedly rolled to his feet, ruffling up his hair a bit, trying to dust himself off a bit. He wiped his face quickly, clearing a bit of the drool that had... somehow appeared there before he glanced back at the Makhaya. "They might be able to help. Let me go try and talk to them." He said before he jogged towards the group. Not wanting to seem like he was coming to harm them he called out a greeting far ahead of himself, raising a hand above his head. The two accompanying her highness didn't seem the friendliest.
"Ho! Ho! The Earth Mother embraces us this day in our meeting!" He called his rhythmic voice easily carrying across the field to them. "Lend me your ear a moment!"
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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 Jul 23, 2019 14:47:09 GMT -8
Setseg beamed up at Ibrahim. He spoke concisely, in a way that reminded her of Khulan. Of course, she had been the one to choose him all those years ago. Despite being a chatterbox, the princess did not mind the stoicism of her company; it was comforting.
Just as she was finished admiring the fields and was ready to urge her steed forward, a small voice captured her attention. Spinning to face it, Setseg found herself looking down on a small and completely unexpected. She almost reached for her bow, but one lone child did not warrant such trepidation.
He was a scruffy looking village boy, thinner than anyone in the Tamorjin court but certainly not so much to be starved. She shuffled in her saddle to face him, one leg tucked beneath her.
“Earth mother?” she mumbled, looking to Ibrahim for any sign of confirmation. Whatever his answer was, she gave the boys her eyes again and gifted him a gentle smile.
“You have them,” she told him. “What is it that you have to say, traveler?”
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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 Jul 23, 2019 14:49:24 GMT -8
Tashi narrowed her eyes and twirled the iron fan over her finger. Her gaze matched his, the air drawing a tenseness around them. She stewed on her words a moment, blinking not even once before she spoke.
“Should it be that good words are the bane of one’s pride, then that is what I have done,” she answered him, grinning. “Or is it that one could be seeking too far in between my words? Does the common language illude you, Bronze Giant?”
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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 28, 2019 11:54:26 GMT -8
Oh, even her voice was gentle and soft on the ear like call of the Thrush birds that would occasionally take a break in their journey in his little village. He looked at her for a moment in a bit of a daze before he came bakc to himself and straightened. He couldn't be getting side tracked. He had a mission here. Beautiful girl or not.
He cleared his throat before he stumbled a bit into a awkward half bow. She seemed important that seemed like the proper course of action in this situation.
"Thank you, fair one, for your time. I just needed to ask... if this is the way to the city of the Tamorjin and if we are near. I have never been... so far from my home so I am unsure of the way. Just following vague instruction from the past. I need... I need to get there. And soon. Time is short and cannot be wasted." Instinctively, Bataar's hand went to clutch the helm that he'd fastened to his pack- the one he'd found in the ruins of his village. Despite his enchantment with the woman's beauty, the cold feel of the metal sobered him immediately and his eyes darkened with anger and pain. He'd brought it with him, in hopes of being able to identify the men who'd lain waste to his home and get closer to finding his family. But also as a physical reminder not lose sight of his purpose.
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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 Oct 25, 2019 12:43:28 GMT -8
"Far from your home?" she questioned. "But you seem like one of our own. Dzhambul lays just ahead. I am returning there after a long journey. You may come along if you'd like, but you'll have to share a horse with Padma." She flourished her hand over to her guard, a strapping woman with a shaved head, yellow robes, and a plethora of tattoos written in an ancient language. She stared at the young boy warily.
"Does this suit you?" the girl asked, smiling sweetly. "Two legs tire more easily than four."
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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 Nov 16, 2019 22:21:37 GMT -8
Bataar's face brightened considerably at her offer and bowed deeply. "Yes, fair one. Thank you for your kindness. I would be in your debt." He said as he walked forward to them. The relief on his face was considerable as he looked almost a touch emotional. With good reason too. She was the first being other than the yellow fruit consuming creature that was kind to him since... since he'd returned to the ash of his village.
"And yes. My home is... or rather... my home was... far from here. Up North from here at the god's table." He mused before approaching the woman she'd indicated-Padma. He nodded to the woman before lightly patting the horse in greeting as Chinua had taught him before going to mount.
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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 Nov 17, 2019 19:18:56 GMT -8
As the boy spoke, Set turned to eye him. Was far from here? Perhaps they had traveling yurts and would build their villages anew.
Or... perhaps his village was gone entirely.
Bouncing between them, Set decided not to ask. When he was ready, he would speak. They only just met for the first time and prying was rude.
Once he was secure on the horse with Padma, they began to ride at a trot. She questioned him now and again, mostly about his journey, what he knew about Dzhambul. She would give him information when he asked, mostly about little things.
"So, why is it you are traveling there?"
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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 Nov 24, 2019 20:15:54 GMT -8
Bataar tensed at the question. The girl was kind and didn't pry too far into his answers and gave answers he could tell were honest. He could see no reason to lie to her... but he also did not want to get her too involved with his fools' errand. She was a kind soul, he could tell even from their short exchange. He wouldn't want her to get into trouble because of him.
"I... I'm looking for someone." He started carefully as his hands tightened on his thighs, his nails biting into the flesh of his palms. "... My older sister." He started softly before saying, almost inaudibly and if not for the wind carrying his words to her ear, she wouldn't have caught the whisper. "The only family I have left in this world."
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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 Dec 3, 2019 21:51:05 GMT -8
Though the girl's keen ears heard his lament, she did not push him. She could see the pain in his heart, and part understood it. Looking over her shoulder, she attempted to give him a soft, reassuring smile.
"Dzhambul is home to many. I'm certain we will find them there."
Then, a flicker.
She just barely caught it, but it was there: a face between the grass, pale and haunted. The hairs on her neck stood on end as she whipped out her bow and nocked it, raising in her saddle to release an arrow between Bataar and Padma.
When it disappeared, there was a cry, something monstrous and low, as though a man were screaming into a horn. A figure stood up from the reeds- a horse? A person? Covered in oily symbols that dances across their flanks. Setseg felt the breath leave her lungs before she could even think.
"Ambush!"
No further instruction was needed for Padma to urge her horse forward after the princess, bringing Bataar along with them. The thunder of their hooves was joined by many- two, three, no- four sets more. Set counted as she looked from side to side, watching more horsemen snake up from the field alongside them.
"Cursed centaur. Bataar!" cried the princess. "Use your bow. They have two hearts- aim for the beast's!"
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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 Dec 4, 2019 19:22:02 GMT -8
Any reservations to having the young man... or more accurate boy, trailing along and slowing down Padma was not uttered by Ibrahim. No, it was not his place to countermand Setseg, only to give council when she asked for it. And since none was asked of him he would just see them to Dzhambul. Which with the warm sun and swaying steppe grasses seemed to be easy enough.
Until an arrow cut the air. Instinct saw him spurring his roan steed to place itself between Setseg and the origin of the arrow, pulling his own bow in the same move. The reins fell to around the horn as he raised himself in the stirrups, guiding the roan with his knees as he knocked an arrow. "FLY SETSEG!" he cried, letting fly his own way.
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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 Dec 20, 2019 16:10:43 GMT -8
Bataar certainly did not release a fairly girlish yelp when the arrow suddenly zipped by in front of him. Certainly not. But he hardly had the time to be embarrassed as he processed her words and turned around to see the creatures in pursuit of him. His jaw went slack as he took in the fearsome beings- their likeness he'd never seen- only heard tell of them from old stories from the old women of his village. He'd never have thought they were real.
At least until today.
When Setseg- as the fair one seemed to be called- shouted the order, that was only when the spell of wonder and confusion was broken. He started a bit before he fumbled his bow off his back reaching into his quiver. He wasn't nearly the shot that Chinua was but the best archer in the village was not about to let her younger brother be useless with her preferred weapon. With agility that came from having sat on the back of Chinua's horse for years, he sprung up from his seat and whipped around in a crouch as he notched an arrow. He took a breath as he remembered Chinua's words.
He was slow but accurate with the strength to back it as he drew back his arrow at one of them and let it fly, straight into what would have been the beast's heart. Hardly giving a moment to check to see, he was already notching another arrow his eyes flying to the next readying his bow for another shot.
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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 Dec 28, 2019 21:13:21 GMT -8
Ibrahim's cry urged Setseg further, driving her horse ahead of the others. Her mind raced with questions and near-panic: why were there cursed centaur here and how did they know of her return? Were they even targeting her, or did they get lucky? But this wasn't the time to focus on that. Right now, all she could do was survive. She flipped out another arrow and clenched her thighs tightly onto her saddle. She raised her bow, eying the shapes through the grass.
There it was, the one who she attacked. Her first arrow stuck itself into his gut. She aimed this one lower and let it fly, but misjudged and stuck it into his flank. Another wail strained her ears, making her ill. She reached forward for her steed's mane to keep herself mounted.
Meanwhile, one of the centaurs brought up the rear, charging Ibrahim as he let an arrow fly. It lodged in the creature's hip, burying itself in the bone and shattering it. Another yowl, ringing like the clash of steel in the depths of the underworld. It was likely Ibrahim had heard such pain before by slaves lashed for the thousandth time, or perhaps by a mother with a dead weight in her arms.
Bataar had heard it in his own voice, moving through the bodies of his burnt village.
The centaur swung at Ibrahim with his saber, body lopsided from his shattered hip bone, aim sloppy from the pain. Bataar's shot grazed his target's eyelid, ripping the flesh but rending no cry from this one. Padma urged the horse onward, up until she saw the fight ahead.
"... SETSEG!"
The centaur she failed to down barrelled straight into the princess' horse, sending them both flying. The princess popped cleanly out of her saddle and disappeared into the sea of gold.
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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 Dec 29, 2019 18:28:36 GMT -8
Bataar had just let another arrow fly at the awful beast attacking Ibrahim when he heard Padma's shout and whipped around, his thighs and body tense. He felt his heart lurch as he saw just in time for Setseg to be flung from her horse.
Everything seemed to slow then as Bataar heart clawed it's way up to his throat. The cries of the creatures. The shouts of Setseg's travel companions. Even the hoof beats of the horse below him.
Everything but his own body.
He would not be quite sure how or why his body burst into action even after it all happened in an explosive series of events, but it hardly mattered then.
He quickly swung his leg back around to brace on the saddle, hurling his bow back at the centaurs at their backs in the process. He'd regret that later but as it solidly whipped against one of the charging beasts, it did strike him with a sense of pride. Once crouched on the saddle Bataar tensed his legs before springing into the open air, reaching for his side ripping his saber from his sheathe. He landed solidly on the back of the centaur that had plowed into Setseg, using the momentum to thrust his saber through the chest of the creature. He did not stop to see the impact of his action as he tensed again and launched himself into the grasses off the path after where Setseg had fallen. Tucking the flat of his now blood-stained sword against his chest he pulled his head into a roll, landing on his rear. "Setseg!" He finally found his voice as he regained his bearings clambering back up to his feet, rushing to the spot he'd seen her fall.
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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 Feb 11, 2020 15:56:01 GMT -8
The world was dancing with gold and blue, swirling around with such ferocity that they became one. She felt the course dirt beneath her palms, a shot of pain in her side, which became more horrible the less the world spun. Voices pulled her out of her daze, making her gasp. Danger. Danger? She fell off her horse. Was she hurt? Was anyone else hurt?
Where were the centaurs?
She looked around, catching sight of her bow. It was just in time to see the cursed beast on the other side of it, charging at her. There was one option to take, and she was going to take it.
Setseg pushed herself up with a roar, sprinting for her bow, feeling the arrows jangle on her back in their quiver. Bataar would see this, as did Padme, who was doing all she could to keep the other centaurs at bay. At some point, she swung her horse around, running them straight into the centaur battling Ibrahim. "Save Setseg!" she screamed at him.
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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 Feb 17, 2020 15:57:44 GMT -8
Bataar heard Padame's shout and thought it could only be directed at him. As if he needed the extra encouragement. His course was already set, sprinting for the spot he'd seen her go down, only to be redirected by the pounding and wild cries of the beast that charged the beautiful girl. Bataar's feet instinctively changed their direction and he ran charging at the beast with a deep cry. The beast's fight was not with him, but he refused to watch anyone who'd been kind to him as this girl had been lose their life. He'd already seen far too much bloodshed.
Bataar crouched down in his sprint to get a fist full of dust as he charged the creature. "Look here bastard of the earth!" He cried and when the beast turned he hurled the dust cloud into its face before continuing forward, bracing his saber with his other hand as he went at the creature throwing all of his body weight into tackling the creature, his saber arced out first, hopefully sinking into the creatures' beast half cavity.
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