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Post by Garrett the Clanless on Sept 3, 2013 17:16:41 GMT
Seren Tahir-Ghanem was a very relaxed individual, prone to sleeping in, taking naps, and generally just taking it easy. It was no surprise to him that his brother had run off to get ready without him, but he wasn't hurrying. His tail twitched back and forth as he got himself dressed and out of the inn. They'd spent the entire evening talking about the Guild of Magi, which he'd been vastly interested in(as well as the serving girl, to his brothers exasperation), though it had exhausted him with how late they'd stayed up.
He'd wandered to the market to gather them some materials with their allowance for their expedition, mostly food and rations, some water. Looking up at the sun, he'd realized how late it had gotten, and running his hand over one of the horns on his head to the back of his neck, he swore, before running off for the gate, quickly running up beside his brother. "Sorry I'm late! I have apples. It was worth it." He said, tossing his brother one before dashing off with infinite child-like energy to their meeting with Amir.
OOC: Moved to new thread for Yesadi Sultanate - Land Searching Party
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Post by sylyle on Sept 5, 2013 10:55:04 GMT
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Post by sylyle on Sept 16, 2013 14:28:30 GMT
~ The chaos of the onslaught of many hundreds of Yesadi is only hours fresh. The dead all around the city guards, militia, and armed citizens alike. The tollman will earn his keep this day. Women weep over husbands lost and children cry out for their Mothers. Shopkeepers try to gather what was not destroyed or looted in the frenzied battle that lasted only a few hours.
The portents and prophecies speaking of this day of when the night shall overshadow the day and great change shall come anew with the light can be interpreted many ways. Nobody really thought that the Vizier was going to try to seize the throne and declare himself Sultan. Few could dream of such horrors that bestowed all the people in the short days of his reign.
Now comes the time to pick up the pieces and be strong. Remember these times and know what is right from wrong. To stand by and let such acts happen feeling sickened and yet not acting to do anything to change it. What is that but cowardice. It takes strong will to stand and fight, but when the cause is just then it might let you sleep a bit better at night.
For now the calm after a large battle, other than the wailing, and those that are scavengers picking over the dead.
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Post by daemeora on Sept 19, 2013 6:31:47 GMT
Cloaked so that the face does not show a huddled over person comes into the city at night. Keeping to the edges of light they make their way smoothly down the roads. The occassional corpse still laying about as yet picked up by the many wagons working around the great capitol of Yesad. Tapping lightly on the door of a tailors shop. Looking about and waiting, impatiently tapping again. The door cracks open a small amount of light spilling from the doorway lighting up the cloaked figure but still not exposing the face. "Can I help you Deary?" says the old lady which runs the shop. "I seek refuge Aunt. I am your sisters youngest child Hazima. You sent word for help, and I am here to see what can be done. Might I come in out of the night?"
Shock washes over the old lady's face. "I thought for sure that no message did get out. Yes, yes come in deary. I was hoping more for, well, more, really. Jaenell was always really stingy."
Stepping inside and showing her face and the wild hair, with the glowing red eyes. "Yes, well Mother is doing just fine since you asked." Put aback some for being chided so the elder starts to open her mouth to say so, and then sees the eyes... Her face going stiff and her voice stopping in mid word. "Yes, how rude of me." She changes... "I see you more of your Father in you." It was a statement that spoke volumes of undercurrent. "If you still have your family ring you might be just the perfect person for this... Cup of tea? It is a long story."
Nodding politely, "Yes Aunt, that would be lovely." Taking the chair facing the door she waits for her tea.
Mirtylle starts off telling the tale of recent weeks. Hazima nodding and soaking it all in making mental notes for questions later.
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Post by sylyle on Sept 20, 2013 13:54:45 GMT
The Battle take ChanG from his confines of a guards' simple hovel into the streets of chaos. After taking down two men in armor murdering children ChanG tells the youths to hide. After a quick stop to borrow some arrows in the house ChanG sets off down the street toward the palace. Making way would be difficult alone. Finding others who were fighting ChanG lent support fire as their small contingent met up with a force with a banner. The regular troops have arrived it seems. Explosions of earth and fire sent most of the town folk to seek cover. The regular troops keeping rank and pushing forward to break the door of the palace. A well placed arrow finds an archer atop the wall and favor shined as the body toppled this way off the wall. After saying a quick few words of remorse and thanks, ChanG relieved him of his quiver and fought on Looking for other archers hiding, and scooping arrows where he could...
Out of the corner of his eye he catches someone that looked like Lector heading deeper into the bowels of the Palace. Looks like rear cover duty, shooting another man in armor rushing him, lies to the unnoticed but needed. Following the contingent stepping over the dead they left in their wake, and getting lost twice, ChanG finds himself looking at the maimed body of somebody in a throne... I guess he was in power if it was the last thing he did. Looking better at the shields of some of the Armed guards of a lady dressed well and looking like she was used to command. "I got one of those."
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Post by sylyle on Sept 25, 2013 9:40:46 GMT
~The procession of guards, an Emir, and an oddly dressed Monk head for the West gate. The Emir issuing orders and receiving reports all along the way as runners come and runners go. The major fighting is over, and only the last few pockets of fanatical supporters are left to be captured or dealt with in other ways.
A few hours later a Cart comes barreling through the city. The brightly colored Monk riding in the back with a gash across his face and concern in his eyes. The driver yelling and cursing for people to get out of the way.
At the Palace healers and clerics as near run as they ever do up to the cart. ChanG starts to talk before they are at the side. "The Emir is wounded Lower Torso injury deep, very deep. I stopped the bleeding best I could. It is in your hands now." The more experienced Healers carry in the Emir to the wounded room probably. A younger cleric saying a prayer for the strange Monk and touches him. A blur of motion and the Monk almost hit the unsuspecting Cleric. Apologizing. "It is not always wise to touch a person when you did not ask." Touching his cheek feeling that the flow of blood has been stopped wondering how long it had been bleeding for. "I do thank you for your care though, but the Emir Qi'sa and many others need it more than I."
Trying to leave the Palace grounds ChanG was stopped by the six guards stationed there. The most senior of them in rank but seemed to be the youngest of them in age talked to ChanG. "I have orders that nobody in or out. I hear that we all owe you a debt of gratitude for saving the Emir." ChanG just shrugging and looking to see if there was a non fatal way out of this confrontation, and apparently it is just to go along with it, for now. "I did what I could." The young man looking at the Monk "I bet you did. I was told to make sure you had access to a hot bath and a private room. There are guest quarters that are clean, or will be clean shortly. Have you Eaten?" Suddenly realizing that the battle had started before the mid sky meal and it was nearing dusk and that he was very hungry. "Not in a while." The Monk says simply. Laughing the young man points to one of the guards. "Escort our hungry helper to the kitchens and then to the bath and make sure he gets a room on the third floor." The guard looked puzzled for a second, but only just, the look gone as fast as it came. "Yes, Sir." he snapped, turning toward the blood covered Monk. "This way please, I think the bath would be a good start though." He says after they were out of ear shot of the gate. "The cook would skin me alive if I brought you to her kitchens in that state. Laughing ChanG nodded and then took a good look at his robes. It will take days to get all the blood out he sighs, "I suppose any that master a kitchen would." The guard was quiet and polite company for the couple of hours it took for ChanG to bathe and eat. Only needing to take two layers of robes off and feeling quite almost naked walking through the halls to get food and then up to a luxurious set of rooms which to ChanG could not accept. The guard just shakes his head. "Sorry, I got orders and this is the only guest room here on this floor. You wouldn't want me whipped for disobeying would you?" Acquiescing with a heavy sigh, "No, I would not want you to suffer from only doing as you were instructed. If I could as you to pass along a message though, that these accommodations are to much though, that would be appreciated." The Guard laughs. "I will, but I doubt it will do much good, but I will." Have a good rest Sir, closing the door behind him.
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