| song of silks |
[Mar. 23rd, 2013|02:05 am] |
The scene was as lovely as usual. The sun was out and the wind teased the docks, ropes swaying by the wood and saltwater staining all it touched. Various ships, no matter their size, were majestic, these creations that held so many people and secrets. There were stories on those ships, the boats exchanging them with each other in a language only they knew. Seabirds cried, settling on the siding, posts, and whichever they could get ( a hold of ) |
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| Concubine Consultation. |
[Jan. 3rd, 2013|09:19 am] |
| With the gentle breeze that swept through the precious petals of Aros' pleasure gardens, came the heady, licentious scents of jasmine and honeysuckle, mead and musk, all in perfect ratio to bring to mind the phantom touches of a faded concubine. It was an intoxicating aroma, ( and it lulled in many with its svelte slithering. ) |
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| two arosians, one snake |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|11:03 pm] |
[[ roughly a week prior to poison and knives ]]
Essam was hungover.
It smelled of dew in his shabby little dwelling, the closest thing he had to a roof over his head. It was better than laying in the streets night after night, but sometimes, he missed the spontaneity of ( pitching tents in the desert. ) |
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| Distinctive Faces Among the Strangers |
[Dec. 19th, 2012|04:34 pm] |
"Y' see the way these lasses dress, 'n i's no wonder D'Iacrit's become sworn t' protect modesty, amon'st otha thin's."
The chatter was noisy but it suited the crisp, clean air of the market. People gossiped, entertainers spun stories, and others went about their business as living shadows. Nothing was extraordinary in this town it seemed, at least when people were looking too hard. Songs played and maidens sang, music providing background noise to the mundane. Essam wasn't playing music for today, instead looking for something small to last him for the ( remainder of the day. ) |
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| connections |
[Nov. 19th, 2012|01:42 am] |
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| eight years old |
[Nov. 16th, 2012|09:57 pm] |
15 years ago
Essam's eight-year-old feet alternated between child-like steps and tippy-toeing the sandy streets of Vaar. His mother said they would go to the city for supplies - which were in better abundance than the small towns and villages towards the Wastelands - and so they did. His stomach growled. It smelled of fresh food, ripe for picking. Sometimes, he had a habit of not keeping his hands to himself. ( Thank goodness his feet and mouth were just as fast. ) |
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| Facial Expressions |
[Nov. 1st, 2012|04:34 pm] |
| Pavel sat down on the ground outside, legs crossed, back against the wall. He drew a bottle, pilfered from under the bar when no one was looking, from inside his stiff black overcoat. He brushed his thumb lightly over the label, tracing the familiar Olsir script, tilting his head back against the brick. He closed his eyes and just let the bottle rest in his hand, a weight that had become more familiar to him in these past years than the ( sight of her smile. ) |
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| little bird, where are you now? |
[Oct. 30th, 2012|03:18 am] |
The Market was busy on a Sunday, but perhaps it had to do with the fact that generally, people preferred to do their needed shopping on a weekend to last for the week. Essam wouldn't have known, in any case. The air was without a hint of chill, a mild summer day over an autumn morning, and people still carried a coat in the event the weather decided to change. The weather was a fickle old woman, changing seasons on a whim. It was still a little chilly for the Arosian's liking ( but it made due for now. ) |
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| paths are many and snarled |
[Oct. 20th, 2012|02:05 am] |
[three days after]
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| trust your judgement |
[Oct. 20th, 2012|02:59 am] |
The Warrior and the Tankard was not for those with sensitive hearing and even softer sensibilities.
It was loud and angry, the sound of testosterone and bruised egos overwhelming with a harmony of boisterous bellows. Essam observed, not ready to sleep. Today was a better day with a slightly better revenue, and he didn't have to go far for a ( drink in the Underneath. ) |
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| desert song |
[Oct. 16th, 2012|03:14 pm] |
| Essam felt a little more at home. There was something to be said about the ornate sanctuary, even on a superficial level. Nonetheless, he bowed his head and walked inside, taking off his slip-on shoes as he entered. He laid his violin case next to his shoes, taking his meager offering of distilled spirits with him. His faith kept his ( borderline alcoholism in check. ) |
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| [MOD] ANNOUNCE |
[Oct. 5th, 2012|09:07 pm] |
Sena
Apprentice Tidecaller
[ Ashe || predictionhues ]
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Camila Arderne
Barmaid at the Shadow Cellar & The Distillery
Information Broker
[ ANT || antchan89 ]
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Fran Urelith
The Taken
Countess
[ Angie || pinup saint ]
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Hakki Essam
Musician
Member of TROUPE
[ J || bibyechan ]
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Aedri
Servant of Varonian
[ Holliday || nochristmasjokesplz]
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Please welcome them all with open arms! Also, this marks us OFFICIALLY being caught up with all the profiles on the site. We will be having announces of new characters as any normal game would from here on out. |
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| [ ANNOUNCE ] |
[Sep. 14th, 2012|04:07 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | adair, agata, alastair, announce, arehtet, arenor, bastien, bayard, blanca, carlos, celia, charles, claude, darius, faina, felix, foix, hakki, iris, ivan, jack, julien, justine, marga, moirae, nihl, pavel, ran, rana, saessalyssa, set, soren, starke, stille, trystan, vincente | ] |
The community is officially open. Please excuse the dust-- we will count this as a soft opening. The community does not yet have a layout and we are still receiving applications on a daily basis. Sometime next week, we'll do an official announcement of all characters. But for now, proceed as normal and happy posting!
Please note! For the community we would appreciate it if you would tag your posts with the first names of the characters involved and also place a warning before your cut if there is smut afoot.
Thanks guys! |
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