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Keep's Registry / Re: Oshnar Al-Tarazed
« Last post by Dash on Today at 09:27:46 PM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Purple Dusk Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Green Jewel at your Offering.

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Keep's Registry / Re: Cadman Gibbs
« Last post by Dash on Today at 09:27:33 PM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Summer Sky Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Blood Opal Jewel at your Offering.

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Keep's Registry / Re: Lilyan Vada
« Last post by Lilyan Vada on Today at 09:24:02 PM »
Okay I think it is good. Sorry about that!
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Nharkava / O Fortuna, Velut Luna, Statu Variabilis
« Last post by Haakon Gunvaldsson on Today at 09:15:56 PM »
192, Spring: Orissa, the Territory Court’s Private Landing Pad and then tour of palace.
(This thread follows Bend Toward Skies Most Grey and I Spy with my Little Eye.)


Nharkava.

It seemed impossible that this fierce jungle paradise bordered the frigid Glacian basin. Not long ago, standing upon the Landing Pad at his cousin - the Sapphire Priestess Hjordis Nurmi - regal ancestral home in Glacia, they had been surrounded by icy wind, crystalline air and the pristine joy of a spring snow storm. Now, warm silken air caressed around and over the Red Shields Haakon had used to shelter both himself and his cousin from the Winds as he carried them to Orissa.

The capitol of Nharkava, the land of which he was now Steward.

Haakon’s arm tightened briefly, as he carefully helped his Cousin find her footing before he dropped the Shields. Released, the last cool breath of Glacia’s air poofed into a steaming mist, then blew into the rich, vibrant jungle. Macaws and Toucans cried out as the brilliant morning sun warred with the sudden cloud. Monkeys and other jungle animals hollered as the cool air startled them. Brilliant, diamond hard sky was pierced with a thousand colors of green, and a rainbow of pearlescent colors formed into leaves, flowers, birds, frogs, lizards and insects. Flowers of all sorts and sizes ringed the green canopy that ringed the Territory Court’s private Landing Pad, an untamed riot that seemed both promise and threat.

At least to Haakon.

Framed in that perfect imagery was the lavish Territory Seat of Nharkava. It’s brilliant colors and ornate decorations were fair warning of the vibrant people and rich customs of the land. Lady Brenden’s wrath had left a surprising amount of the palace untouched, and the highly competent staff had swiftly put to order that which needed repairing. That swiftness, the very quality of the work, spoke not to their devotion to their Glacian overlords, but to the loyalty and love they bore for their own history and culture.

Only two weeks after the biter destruction of Lady Maarika Sydän-Harmaa’s Court in Glacia, this complex edifice did not yet feel like home. Yet the warm air, the intricate mix of jungle scents and Psychic presences which greeted Haakon, did. Even the foreign-feeling Nharkavan auras.

It was their home, after all.

Haakon’s harsh voice was less jarring, with the jungle serenade in the background. “Welcome to Nharkava, Lady Nurmi.” He bowed formally, pride in her warring with a sinking feeling. He realized that he had planned her first glimpse of this place so carefully because he wished her to adore it. He moved forward and off of the stone lip, before turning to assist her in stepping down from the Landing Pad. Upon his expected arrival the Gate of Webs, Craft and weapons between the Landing Pad and the main Estate had been lowered the moment he arrived. The very competent staff had notified him upon private Thread the when it was safe to debark.

The Coach carrying his cousin’s dependents and possessions would be arriving soon after them, so Haakon could not give Hjordis as long as he would have liked to catch her breath and brace against the veritable assault on the senes that Nharkava could offer. Once Hjordis was safely on the ground, Haakon saluted the officer in charge and introduced the Sapphire Priestess to each guardsman there. Their deference was for more than his Red Jewel; it was something deep and indefinable that had come to his Queen’s people in recent weeks. Yes, there was respect for him as Steward; care for his Cousin as his relative, a Priestess and their Queen’s chosen High Priestess. But it was even more; that silent cry to battle that echoed every now and again in their Queen’s scent had changed them all.

The pain at Nharkava’s core was familiar enough. It was the hope he felt, when he thought of caring for this Territory, that seemed so alien. Nothing could save his beloved Glacia from the cruel Messiah at her helm; but for Nharkava, there was yet hope. He saw no way out, for his Queen or her sister; for the gentle Lady Sanna or the other hostages gathered to bend their neck beneath Lady Brenden’s heel. But here?

Hope.

Into this war zone, the Red Prince brought his beloved cousin. Haakon did not fool himself; Lady Brenden had declared war upon this nation when she’d murdered her own parents without even an attempt to negotiate their release. He trusted no one more, to guide his Queen; Hjordis Nurmi was both devout, and wise. If anyone could think of inventive ways to subtly protect their charges from their overlords, it would be Hjordis.

His stern features softened into an almost-smile as he offered his cousin and the court’s true High Priestess his arm, prepared to Escort her on a brief tour of his favorite places. His mind ranged further afield, notifying Prince Raines of their arrival and brushing his Queen’s mind with no more than a sense of accomplishment, and his presence. She’d know he was back, anyway; that he did not doubt.
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Keep's Registry / Re: Oshnar Al-Tarazed
« Last post by TheGildedHydra on Today at 09:14:37 PM »
Birthright and Decent role please.
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Keep's Registry / Re: Cadman Gibbs
« Last post by TheGildedHydra on Today at 09:13:43 PM »
Could I get a Birthright and decent role please?
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Keep's Registry / Cadman Gibbs
« Last post by Cadman Gibbs on Today at 08:08:30 PM »
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Keep's Registry / Oshnar Al-Tarazed
« Last post by Oshnar al-Tarazed on Today at 08:07:56 PM »
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Character Name:Oshnar Al-Tarazed
Nicknames:The Soul of Sands(Tarazed), The Court's Heart (Tarazed),
Age and Birth Year:49 
Race:Short-Lived 
Caste:Warlord Prince 
Birth Territory:Pruul
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Announcements / November otM Winners!
« Last post by phinneas on Today at 07:42:42 PM »
Monthly Awards
November 2017

Your Character of the Month for November 2017 is...


Elenor al Sabbah, written by DragonGirl!



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Featuring Riley, Sebastian, Valeriu, and Dragos, written by Phedre, Reid, Bowie, and Gavin
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Remember: Stay active and plot with your fellow writers and you may score next month's COTM or TOTM!
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Nharkava / Re: Life of the party
« Last post by Devesh Acharya on Today at 07:28:25 PM »
Silenced by Devesh's response, Sahil did not rebut. Devesh drew up, inhaling slowly inhaling as he did so. When Sahil's attentions were diverted, Devesh gave the smallest of nods and glanced down, tugging to perfect the lay of his sleeves. He'd thought that he might have been able to expect something more out of the man who plainly sought to figure out where each of his guests stood. Surely, he'd not gone quiet because Devesh's reasoning had sobered him, any. Of the gathered lot, he was the least sober among them, it seemed. Was it difficult, wearing that collar, Devesh wondered, then. The Prince knew surprisingly little about the man who sat at the head of one-third of the land Devesh loved. It was difficult to take what he saw as an indication of who Prince Bal truly was. After all, Devesh had schooled many who gave impressions opposite to who they really were. Before he left, Devesh knew he must entreat Sahil to meet with him again. There was all too much that those discerning eyes could not decipher without looking deeper.

Devesh felt the subtle ripple of Kiara's indignance before it crested in her words. Pausing, he blinked, staying the smile that he might have allowed in another setting. Kiara's answer to Sahil likely went a long way to reassure Kharisande, and for that, he was grateful. Though he himself meant to restrain his urge toward judgment, he couldn't help but take pride in the Tigress at his side. Were she anyone else, he might have silently chided her and requested that she not risk drawing a rift between themselves and a man of such power and potential, but he trusted the Healer. She had only stepped far enough to provoke thought. Stronger than he might have, sure, but that sharpened tongue was framed with such a lovely set of lips that any added bite might go unnoticed.

Anyone of the Padmalaya Estate knew better than to be too overt with their true intentions, no matter what level of commitment they had made to Nharkava's future. The Landen vs. Blood argument was no secret, however, only a potential stumbling block for their host, a man who would always be welcome back within the solace of the shadows cast by Mother Night. Sahil was not beyond redemption, yet pushed far enough, Devesh would not allow continued abuse against those who had come to take the place of his own displaced family. If he thought it was wise to disperse into the crowd or leave altogether, he hoped that he would be able to return. Perhaps Shanti in his stead. Even a watered down, sterilized view of the Darkness that would not rile their Glacian occupiers could be used to convince Prince Bal that the Landens were not inherently his enemy. It was an important point that Devesh was reluctant not to approach presently, but the gathering was far from the meditative peace of the temple.

With things spicing up, Devesh wished that he had asked Silje to take Kharisande with her. The Landen woman had to take it on good faith that her cohorts would stand for her. Unable to participate in the private threads shared among the others, she had only her own thoughts and Kiara's gentle reassurance to keep her soothed though standing in a pit of lions. She was doing well and realizing this made Devesh wonder what he'd expected from her. Better? Worse? He resisted looking over to appraise her just then.

Breathing slowly and deliberately, Devesh did lock eyes with Kiara again when Prince Bal whispered to Prince Bhattacharya about threats foreign and domestic. No matter what was meant, such words could be considered heresy in some circles, and as open as this one was, Devesh considered them unwise at the very least. Foreign threats? Like Glacia? Well speak of the devil. Devesh would have shielded the group out of necessity at that point had a new and strange Glacian not just entered the periphery. Now there was no choice but to further vet these men later or not at all. Devesh wasn't going to be privy to any sort of potentially subversive conversation taking place in front of the unknown expatriate.

Giving the briefest introduction that protocol allowed while still appearing companionable, Devesh greeted the pale newcomer. Kiara adopted the man and Devesh found himself grateful. The Healer would be best at intimating the welcome, even though Devesh wondered if the other Prince would understand whatever analytical reserve he might sense. At least between them, they did share one caste.

Instead of adding to the conversation, Devesh chose to refrain and instead to allow its members to settle again. Sahil was occupied playing host and would, no doubt, greet his newest introduced guests, if not stirring up some trouble along the way. Kiara seemed to be prepared to split away from the group, though Devesh knew better than to take any of her seemings for granted. Kharisande had fallen silent, only for the moment, though Devesh wondered if she would be hurt if he sent her to stand elsewhere but nearby--if only to protect her from what other things might be said. He didn't speak up, of course. She was stronger and wiser than she might seem to these who didn't know her tenacity for themselves.

Prince Bhattacharya was a man that Devesh wished to know better, but again, such talks would be better suited for smaller groups and quieter spaces. If he didn't have a chance before then, he would ask for such an opportunity before parting. Between now and the time that such was possible, Devesh would likely remain on the safe path of polite and occasionally provocative conversation. That left the new Glacian Prince and perhaps another foreign face to be added to their number. Before he knew what to expect, Devesh thought it best to keep to his courteous greetings and the occasional measured chortle.
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