Sakand
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Post by Sakand on Nov 18, 2015 20:02:07 GMT -8
The main streets of Sakand flowed with magical beauty, carefully engineered canals and waterfalls, and the hustle and bustle of everyday life. People walked the streets in silken, exotic and often minimal clothing. Displays of magic were commonplace and a majority of places saw colored mana lighting. The city was built in manmade terraces, facilitating lots of wide, open stairs of ancient concrete and circular pavilions.
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Raptor Fletcher
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Post by Raptor Fletcher on Nov 19, 2015 20:30:58 GMT -8
"Ooohhhh buddy! You feel that magic?! There's some good supplies here! Lucinda, dearest, you wanna see if you can make cookies out of some of them? We'll have to get a couple of the people."
Raptor looked around, scoping the area out. First they'd have to find somewhere to eat and then somewhere to store people till ready to go. So much to do in such little time.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2015 20:34:42 GMT -8
"Mmm yeah, it's nice. Magic always makes me feel warm and fuzzy..."
Lucinda looks around. The people around here certainly do look tasty.
"Wait, Raptor...I can't make cookies out of people! How do you expect me to do that? Magic? I don't know magic."
Still...that little kid does look like he'd make a delicious cookie. And that woman over there...she looks so regal, like a princess or something. So soft and tender. Delicious.
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Sakand
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Post by Sakand on Nov 20, 2015 9:29:04 GMT -8
People-watching would be quite the experience. The city was crowded--in very few places could they feel alone, or find people by themselves. Smells of spicy, exotic foods and incense permeated the air, fairies darted in and out of nooks and crannies and flew overhead crowds of people. Pavilions played to a number of performances, most of them involving coordinated music, their notes strung together by string, drum, and magic alike. Music followed them almost everywhere. The city was alive with magic color and sound, as though host to a permanent festival.
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Raptor Fletcher
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Post by Raptor Fletcher on Nov 28, 2015 18:23:49 GMT -8
"We could grind their bones and make a flour and use their turn their fat to oil. We'll have to try it out when we get back." He spoke to Lucinda.
He looked upon everything and smiled. He a psycho candy maker in a candy land. There was so many people and things, he was sure he could nab a few. He just didn't see many places to hide much of anything in such a populated area.
"Lucinda, we've hit the jackpot! We'll definitely find some goodies here! We should definitely scope the area out and figure out where we're staying for the night."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 18:31:12 GMT -8
"Alright. Sounds good."
Lucinda takes off her cloak, as it's gotten rather warm under the hot desert sun. She stuffs the red cloak in her basket and looks around for an inn.
"So, how do you usually do this? Do you just snatch someone out of an alley? Invite them back to your room? Get them drunk and drag them into the woods? Not that there's any woods here..."
She has a sudden thought.
"Raptor, how are we going to get back?"
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Raptor Fletcher
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Post by Raptor Fletcher on Nov 28, 2015 18:40:10 GMT -8
"No, you see my little bubble buddy? He turns them to candy. Maybe we'll just get samples here and the giant candy blob will send us Gummy Bears to gather live specimens.
What can you and your doll do? Can it kill people?" Raptor spoke, "But I'll probably lure them in from a bar of some kind. I'll lure one extra back for you to play with, and you lure me one. Our goal should be at least ten people turned into candy while here.
As for getting back, we'll either walk or a door will appear. It just depends I guess."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 18:45:22 GMT -8
"Oh, that thing. I was wondering about that. Is it a fairy?"
Lucinda tries to touch the floating light, but can't quite reach.
"My doll...yeah, I guess. IT does what I want it to."
The doll in question pokes its head out of the basket, then climbs up Lucinda's arm and sits on her shoulder.
"How do you lure people? Actually, how am I supposed to lure people? I'm new at this, in case you haven't noticed. And that seems like an awfully inefficient method of getting home, y'know."
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Raptor Fletcher
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Post by Raptor Fletcher on Nov 28, 2015 18:57:24 GMT -8
"Well i'm going to get the drunk and lure them in with my money and the idea my penis. You'll use the "I'm lost, can you help me find my inn or the idea of your vagina. Whichever works best for you. We'll take turns. I'll tell you what alley to meet me at for me to nab them. It's easier than you think, especially when there's never a sound made."
The little cotton candy poof moved to the doll, investigating it. As it passed by her breast, it whistled a quick whistle. When it reached her butt, it shot back a foot and gave off a loud, slow, whisper. It then returned the doll and back to Raptor.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 19:00:36 GMT -8
"Er...right."
The doll turns to look at the cotton candy as it floats towards Lucinda, then swats at it when it draws close the second time. Lucinda doesn't seem to notice it.
"You can go first, ok? I'll...um...go look for something to do. Maybe find a market or something. You can't live on candy, after all."
She walks off a little too quickly.
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Raptor Fletcher
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Post by Raptor Fletcher on Nov 28, 2015 19:03:35 GMT -8
Raptor reached out to grab her other shoulder, "We need to find an inn first. The less seen we are in public, the less we'll be suspected."
Raptor was going to let her get away. He began looking around for an Inn. The sooner he found one the sooner they got to work.
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Sakand
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Post by Sakand on Nov 28, 2015 19:16:54 GMT -8
A few people could be seen crowding around one of many doorways into the wall of a higher terrace. A sign said The Purple Serpent Inn.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 19:17:45 GMT -8
"Oh, alright."
Lucinda follows Raptor as he looks for the inn, watching the cotton candy suspiciously. This man's nice, but he's rather odd. Ah well. Her doll shakes its fist at the cotton candy.
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Raptor Fletcher
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Post by Raptor Fletcher on Nov 28, 2015 19:32:15 GMT -8
"There's one! We'll get a room there! It's close to the outskirts and it's still busy. We just ate, so we'll enjoy the goodies they provide for a little bit before going to the room. We'll sneak out the window into the back alley. Your doll and my unicorn fart can watch the alleys to make sure nobody see's us." Raptor spoke as he moved to the Inn.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 19:39:01 GMT -8
"Oh, excellent. Let's go."
She follows Raptor, and the doll jumps off her shoulder and follows the little puff.
"So, tell me. Why are we doing this? You won't get very much candy off just a few people, will you? And you can't very well move your factory here. Is this just because you want more candy?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2016 9:32:33 GMT -8
The elephants moved, guards and servants near. It was an ambling walk, so that Ryden Greyiron and his retinue could enjoy the magical sights of Sakand. Ambassador Sashriq was indeed boring, and by design. His voice was pleasant and smooth, but almost droning as he spoke to the chancellor about Sakand. When they had traveled far enough from the harbor, the streets of the city became wider, and canals began to make their presence known. Vegetation became rampant, flowering vines growing up mosaic tiled buildings, a magical glow to lamps, inlaid in symbols above doorways. The people showed both skin and color, and a few children looked in awe at the elephants. Many people looked at Ryden and the people with him with open curiosity. They whispered behind their hands, words easily drowned out by the sound of the steadily thriving city. "If you do not mind my asking, why have you come to visit, Chancellor? Many are aware of the tensions with Goraia."
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Ryden Greyiron
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Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Oct 19, 2016 16:58:03 GMT -8
After Sashriq's voice faded into a monotonous drone in the background, Ryden enjoyed his ride through the city, enjoying the sights. It was a refreshing change from the hectically-assembled discontinuous nature of Isra, the beautifully uniform, yet exotic aesthetic of Sakand. As he enjoyed the wine he had been given, his automatic responses to the ambassador's commentary was interrupted by his insubordinately personal question. Taking a sip on his wine, he continued to face out from the canopy as he considered his answer.
"I do mind."
With that short answer, Ryden left the implications of what he was saying for the ambassador to decipher. In the mean time, he would continue to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city around him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 21:48:22 GMT -8
Sashriq frowned. He was expecting an answer, even a lie, not to be shut down so quickly. A scowl came over his features, wrinkling his brow as he turned his gaze onto the avenues their elephant walked, swaying atop of it.
Steadily, the streets became wider and cleaner, less prone to the rubble and destruction that the Goraian occupation had caused on its few rounds of annexation into its folds...
And before them lay an oppulent palace of gold and sapphire and emeralds, of clear water and rich vegetation. There was a company wait in at the foot of the pyramid.
[Exit to the Bejeweled Water Gardens]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2016 12:45:25 GMT -8
@treehugger
Dassan kept his pace easy but not slow for Orani, even though it seemed she was spritely enough to keep pace with him, pack and all. Dassan flashed his smile at her. "What is your name?" he asked her, making conversations as they walked away from the bazaar and through the streets that slipped and slide around the clear, turquoise canals where boats passed to and fro, brightly colored people and goods and services inside of them.
Orani would be able to tell that some of the buildings seemed to be in bad shape. There was construction going on in places. The city had recently gone through some type of dire straights and was now on the up and up, in the process of healing itself, finally.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2016 12:48:24 GMT -8
Orani took special notice of the dilapidated buildings. Unaware of the war that was fought and the occupation, she merely assumed the city was not as grandiose as it claimed to be in the travel brochure.
"Oh, uh....Orani. Orani Treebane. Friends call me Rani though. Say, what happened here? I'm a carpenter and contractor by trade so seeing buildings in such dire conditions is...worrying."
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