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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 17, 2018 19:49:58 GMT -5
Turo narrowed his eyes a little at the offer of going to an establishment. He knew this wasn't too much of an actual offer- no doubt this wasn't an offer- this was some kind of order. He straightened his back a little, interested at the tidbit of information, that her father was serving the Hittite King which meant that he was definitely someone important. Now the question was who this woman was related to. That meant if he wanted to know he'd have to go with this woman. That offer of the golden statue of Baset wold be nice, yes, but in this part of town? It'd be stolen from him before he could even find someone who'd be willing to buy it from him. "It would get stolen before it made it back here. I'd have no use for a golden statue of Baset." He responded simply before slowly packing away his things, some of the less pricey objects were being shoved into tiny holes that were hidden by large rocks while the rest were rolled into the reed mat. He ignored the offer of women warming his bed, only looking up sharply at the mention of men, cheeks darkening a little at it. "I have no bed to warm." He responded, not denying nor admitting it. He then picked up the mat and disappeared for a few minutes, slipping through the stalls and into some reeds. He then placed the mat in his hiding place before returning. "I suppose this isn't much of a choice. So lead the way." He responded with a vague distaste, straightening his back slowly as he looked around, wondering which establishment she owned down her, frankly surprised that she knew any at all let alone down one. "You always have a choice," Meri replied. "Sometimes it's a rubbish choice, but you need to pick the one that will, in time, be the most advantageous to you. That's something my mother taught me when she blackmailed me into murdering a goat. Don't ask why she did it. It was a sacrifice thing -- to Aten, or whatever that stupid fake God's name is. Once he had packed away everything Meritaten smirked and started to weave and duck throughout the other market streets, who were also closing up for the night. Then she reached the border of the middle town, where the people like carpenters and herbalists and rug weavers lived. Meri found a small door marked 'embalmers' and knocked three times, and someone opened a slit in the door. He looked side to side, watching people walk backwards and forwards and such, seeing that the town was still a little active. Meri showed him her left hand. Upon that hand was her signet ring, of the royal house of Pharaoh. The man closed the slot then undid the bolts and opened the door. "Welcome back your highness, someone is here for you," said her guard. "Here for me, Ra-ket?" she asked. "Why whoever--" She stopped. Her establishment comprised of three rooms. When you walked in, a wine cellar where Thutmat one of her freed slaves worked selling wine. Ra-ket was a guard who was arrested for striking grandfather Ay, that Meri had freed. The food was prepared by La-ket and her daughters -- Suki, Ne-tat and Sekru. Smells of fresh honey and red-grape wine from the cask, and brazed fish and beef in a spicy sugar sauce came to her nose. But that wasn't what spooked her. It was the figure, walking down the corridor ahead. The figure had started from her 'room' -- a crescent shaped platform surrounded by hot pink and red gossamer, where her futon and several pillows lay for her guests. The platform was covered in furs. Down the corridor where her rent boy's and girl's slept -- their pay being solely from Meri, and their protection lying with her too -- the woman walked, stretching out her hand to disturb the curtains of similar shaded gossamer and exposing the sleeping workers of Meritaten. At the end, she stopped, and the torch light of the kitchen and wine-room exposed her for who she was. Chiseled face. Soft lips. Wicked smile. Blue crown. Meritaten gulped. "May I introduce my mother, Queen Nefer--" She grabbed Meritaten's throat and pulled her up to her. No one dared fight back. Good, she wouldn't want them getting hurt. "If you dare say my name in such a disgusting place as this I will truly kill you," she whispered. Meri did her best not to cry. "The bribes I had to go through to get here were too high for such a lowly place, but worth every penny I assure you," the Queen said, letting her daughter fall to the floor. "I don't know what I did wrong, Meri," Nefertiti announced. "But you've got to understand -- this, I cannot allow to continue. Rest assured if your father knew about this, he may have you killed. I, on the other hand, know you've got perhaps some potential. But only if you bend to the guidance of your elders." Meri chuckled in a gravely tone. "What, like you do with grandpapa Ay?" Nefertiti whipped around and picked the girl up by her head, the wig falling off in the process. Once Meritaten was standing, Nefertiti found her signet ring and yanked it off the girls finger, dislocating it. Meritaten screamed. The Queen headed for the door and pulled it open a crack, stopping before leaving. "This place will be burnt to the ground by palace guards in one hour. Six weeks after that, I'll be standing on it's ashes to take you home. Don't even think about returning to the palace before then -- I'll tell your father you're ill. He won't see you." "If you love this wretched world so much, let's see you survive in it." And with that Nefertiti slammed the door to the establishment, leaving Meritaten wigless, with a dislocated finger and in complete silence.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 17, 2018 19:55:46 GMT -5
[[also on that bombshell I think I'm gonna need to call it a night. Night!]]
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 18, 2018 12:05:31 GMT -5
"For someone like you, perhaps, but understand that those lower than you do not have those kinds of choices if they wish to live." Turo responded in kind, seeming rather uncomfortable at walking alongside this woman, able to be seen by anyone and everyone. He much preferred not being noticed by the crowds and slinking around like a shadow instead of walking with someone who seemed to command a certain type of respect and attention.
It was unnerving.
After this they fell into a silence, Turo watching where they were going and mapping possible escape routes, only stopping in confusion when they were at the embalmers area. He couldn't read that of course, he was practically illiterate in things that weren't herb related, but he knew of this area. Everyone did.
Turo nearly left when he saw the royal ring on her hand and heard a guard call her royal highness because dear gods he stole from a princess. She was probably going to have him killed here.
Yet something urged him onward. The runaway scurried in, shoulders tensing immediately at the closing of the door, heart rate up when he realized there wasn't much of an escape route anymore. Great. He looked around curiously, able to smell some type of rich smelling food that made his stomach growl loudly, he'd not eaten for two days. Then there was a room where men and women were sleeping and he wondered what they were there for as they continued on.
That was when the Queen appeared in all her perfect glory and being the coward Turo was he hid in the shadows, knowing that someone crazy as that would probably kill him or force him back to his master, watching this unfold in a sick fascination.
Her finger had been dislocated. The woman left leaving the younger princess ringless and wigless with the knowledge that this place would be burned to the ground.
Once she was gone Turo lept into action. He was a coward but he couldn't help but pity the girl and the people who worked under her. "May I see your finger? I can put it back into place." He uttered quietly, offering his calloused hand to her.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 18, 2018 15:10:17 GMT -5
Meri’s eyes were definitely now flooded with tears. But instead of crumpling her facial features up too, and letting them disintegrate down her face, Meritaten merely blinked them away. Then, she flicked her eyes up to Turo and smiled at him -- not one of the wicked, or seductive smiles they’d thrown to each other earlier, while they were still keeping one hand on their daggers. This smile was truly grateful.
“One second,” she whispered then rose her head up and pulled her cloak back down, revealing fuzzy short hair.
“Everyone, here, now!” she shouted, summoning a flock of her ‘workers’ to her. It was very clear they all worked in the industry of pleasure.
“You, you, you and you,” she said, pointing at her fastest running males. “Run into the streets and find every cart and barrow you can,” she threw a few gold rings at their feets and the turquoise necklace. “Buy, beg or steal them, I don’t care. Just get as many as you can and for Amun’s sake hurry!”
She turned to the few men who were left and the women. “You, you, you and you, grab everything of value. Not of beauty -- the gause and your clothes can be replaced. But the gold and the silver, the jewels and the statues, get them and pile them up near the door for the carts.”
That only left three girls and one boy. Meritaten knew the boy had a problem of the lungs -- he’d wheeze if he ran too fast, especially in the chillier months. So she flicked her head and he nodded, starting to walk briskly away out the door. He’d find them all later -- he always did.
“Now the rest of you, collect the babies, and just run, for gods’ sake just run!. I don’t want them getting caught.”
They fled and collected a few moaning infants, who were slung onto hips and chests or dragged by the hand. They were all just newborns -- she wouldn’t allow a child any older than that in a place such as this. It was a disaster waiting to happen.
“Where shall we go, Princess?” one asked as they got to the door leading into the outside world.
Meritaten brain came alive as she concentrated. Nowhere in the city -- such a group would be noticed. But there was nowhere outside the city but…
“The desert!” she said. They looked horrified. “Go beyond the high dunes, wait there for me -- just for the love of gods stay clear of the slave traders.”
She knew a few of them were doubting her, but there was nothing she could do other than that. Her mother meant to leave her a beggar. Her mother didn’t care if she died. But she refused to do so. No, Nefertiti would pay -- and so would Akhenaten.
The Princess looked to the cooks and they nodded. “Already doing it,” they said as they packed flour, salt and other preservable foods into sacks and baskets. She looked to the winery and her wine attendant was carefully wrapping the expensive bottles to be sold. Perfect. With carts coming back and being loaded, and precious objects being put on them, the system working to get them out in time, there was only one last thing to do.
She turned to Turo, her eyes black with the fire of determination.
“If you help me for the next six weeks of my live, live and survive, and get revenge on my mother, I will give you anything I own. You want riches? Half of Pharaoh’s treasury will be yours. You want power? In six months you will be grand vizier. You want to break someone down? By the time I’m finished with them they’ll be begging to be eaten by the armoured water-beasts in the nile.”
“All of that and more, if you helped me,” Meri said, close enough to him now to poke her disjointed ring finger out her robe for him to fix. She wouldn’t blame him if he snapped it back and broke it -- she wasn’t foolish enough to believe he’d take her on her word.
But all she could do now was ask, because she had nothing else but her word.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 18, 2018 16:13:21 GMT -5
Turo blinked for a moment when he saw the genuine smile on the others feature when he offered to help. It startled him, frankly it had been so long since someone had looked at him like that, so it was throwing him off just a little. He didn't give one back, either, just looking at her with a confused look before she told him to wait a moment.
She called everyone over and thats when he realized what this place was, his cheeks darkening just a little at the thought of it, but kept the rest of his features carefully neutral.
It was clear she cared for them, and they her, as she gave each of them orders and they immediately obeyed. There was no mocking under their breaths or arguing that they didn't want to, no, instead they immediately followed instructions.
She was smart, knew what to bring with her, that was for sure.
He just didn't like that they were going into the high desert and his own horror was clear on his face. That was basically the center of slave trade activity, what if some of these people got caught, and more importantly, what if he was caught?
He blinked in surprise when the princess finally turned back to him, shocked by the determination in her eyes, surprised that she cared to think of him to ask to survive these next six weeks.
Honestly if it had been any other noble he would have laughed in their faces and proceeded to rob them blind, but this one had caught his attention, earned a small amount of his respect by asking how'd he'd stolen form her so she could learn for next time. She builded an empire that provided work for some of the poorer people in here as well. So he did something out of the ordinary and decided to help her.
He took the womans hand gently, not caring to even warn her as he pressed the finger back in place, tearing off a piece of linen from his skirt and tying the two fingers together to offer it support. "My mother is-was- a priestess for Sekhmet. I remember a thing or two." He added, just in case she thought he'd broken her bone, before considering her offer.
She said he could have anyhting if she survived. Money or power, whatever, and a greedy man would have demanded both. But Turo just looked at her quietly for a few moments before turning and watching the people fleeing. "I want passage to Memphis. Some goods to sell there as well." He finally responded, not caring to ask to make him a legitimate free slave, knowing the noble who had taken him had the Pharaoh in his back pocket. He just needed to survive long enough to get back to Memphis and see if his family was alive.
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 18, 2018 19:10:04 GMT -5
( sweetclover1 I have a character open! Lilystar88 that would be great actually if she was rewarded like that) Cleopatra look at Tutsef with curiosity. "You think I will be more than a servant?" she asked. She was taken aback by him saying that , she wished to be more , but never thought she would be. She never got her hopes up. Maybe the gods would reward her for her bravery.. but then again, was she really brave or just foolish? What if... her eyes widened "Tutsef... what if we get killed trying to save her and she dies anyways? I want to be free , but not in death yet." [[ Ahh I can do that. I like her as a character it would be great if we could give her a little bit more freedom. I'm going to move the plot along a lil rn if that's okay. ]] "Of course you will!" Thutsef answered, more enthusiastically than he had about just anything. He was so sure of it -- he'd met servant girls before who had belittled him, or worse, tried to seduce him, all for status. It made them...for lack of a better word, inhumane. But Cleopatra wasn't like that at all. She was, dare he say, good. If such a thing existed in Egypt. "And as for the idea that you're going to die," he said, then moved himself round to look her in the eye, rather than moving her own body. "I won't let that happen," he added, in a tone firmer than he'd ever used before. The scribe then had plans to explain how, and why, but was interrupted with the sound of shuffling. Not a rat -- too big, and cats didn't make that noise. Thutsef whipped around to see the tail end of a cloak disappearing behind sheet of gossamer that surrounded the Queen's throne. He jumped up and ran to the sheet but the mysterious figure had gone, all that was left was the stone brick wall in front of them. Too bad for him, Thutsef had been sitting five feet away from where he was for two weeks. He'd noticed the little dip in the stone on the floor, and the way the pillows were always different every time he looked at it. He gave the wall a shove and it opened, pulling to the front and then sliding to the side. "Come on!" he shouted to Cleopatra, then ran inside himself. It was pitch black, and he'd brought no torch. But while there were a few rats scuttling around his feet, there was also soft sand. No traps -- this passage was used a lot. He ran, chasing the sound of the assailant through winding steps upwards and ladders downwards until eventually he'd been running for a good five minutes. They'd come to an area with a bit of light in it now -- there was something to the side of them. It felt like lots of straw and wood all mashed together. The assailant climbed on it. Thutsef followed. But the straw and wood sounded different -- he couldn't pinpoint where the sound was going and soon he was lost. Thutsef could have screamed but instead his ears focused downwards, he dropped onto the straw and looked down through it. There, he saw the Queen -- dressed in her formal blue hat and khol. Funny, he thought she was with Pharaoh. But instead, another was talking to her. Thutsef couldn't see his face but there was he was wearing cheetah fur over his tunic. Which meant it was one of the King's closest advisers, and Nefertiti's father, Ay. "Have you tried mandrake?" he said. "Of course I've tried mandrake!" she snapped. "Have you made enough offerings to Isis?" Nefertiti stopped per pacing and lent in to his face. "Half my wealth goes to that useless statue in the temple!" Ay stood up. "Careful, girl! If I find out you're as disillusioned as your husband I'll..." She whipped around and put her hand over her stomach. "Until 'Aten' puts a son in here, he's as dead to me as the rest of the world." Thutsef gently felt around the sides of him to see if Cleo had joined him, hiding on top of the roof of Nefertiti's private chambers. (I'm so sorry for the long reply wait! I had a very crazy day yesterday and today!) Cleopatra followed Tutsef closely, trying to keep up with him as he quickly made his way through a passage she hadn't quite seen before , or at least noticed. Eventually the passage led them to Nefertiti's private chambers, where she and Tutsef hid on straw. As the queen was speaking to her fathers and close adviser, Cleopatra felt Tutsef's hand gently touch her back. Her face flushed red at his touch. She knew he was probably only trying to see if she had followed him , it was hard to see back in the dark passage. Cleopatra breathed in a deep breath with her nose , which was her mistake as the were little follicles of dust and dirt on the straw. She tried to hold it in but she couldn't.. she stifled a high pitched sneeze. Cleopatra's eyes widened and she prayed to the gods that no one had heard her.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 18, 2018 19:23:11 GMT -5
[[Ahh Kitz that's no problem! I'm half asleep already so I'm going to bail out of responding tonight but I'll get responses up tomorrow to both of ya'll. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 17:19:06 GMT -5
[[Guys I'm really sorry but I'm going to be away for 48 hours approx. I'm starting my shifts tomorrow night and I'm nervous as hell, so I'm going to hide with pizza and movies. I'll get responses up in two day!]]
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Rosa
Call me Rosa: 21, music lover, teacher, Irish American, sassy but all about spreading love♡
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Post by Rosa on Feb 19, 2018 18:12:54 GMT -5
Name: Ipy (favorite of the king) Age: 23 Gender: female Role: frequently women were dancers for the roysls. Is that ok? Appearance: Ipy has long stick straight black hair falling down to her waist in a shiny curtain. Her eyes are a light honey color. Her face is slender with high cheekbones. She is slim and has lean muscles from dancing. Personality: Ipy is smooth but closed off. She is professional but in her profession she must be charming, flirtatious and suave. History: Ipy does not reveal her history to just anyone. Family: she has a younger sister that she takes care of and works to support. Other: Screen-name: Rosa Read more: wcrpforums.com/thread/52856/sand-river-ancient-egyptian-role#ixzz57b8ZNwDw
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 18:29:09 GMT -5
[[Welcomeeee! I shall put you on the front page. Totally curious about whether or not we could work a 'Younger Lady' plotline with Ipy (Tutankhamen's mum) if that took your fancy. But eh, it's Egypt, and it's a rp, there's so many possibilities! ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 19:39:51 GMT -5
[[Ok I lied imma post tonight kittykatcutiez sweetclover1 ]] Thutsef and Cleopatra's StoryThe sound was as good as an executioner's axe against a primed neck. The blue hat of Nefertiti became slowly tilted back as she looked upwards and screamed “Guards,” in a voice louder and more high pitched than Thutsef had ever seen. He grabbed Cleopatra’s hand. Poor girl, it hadn’t been her fault. The straw must have set her off. That being said, He was sweating profusely now as he tried to scramble backwards and pull her with it. As soon as he reached the side of the ‘roof’ section of the corridor he pulled her down with him. But by that point, instead of being quiet, there seemed to be sound coming from everywhere. Guards clamoring, swords clashing, screams and shouts and muffles and grunts. There was nowhere to run, so he grabbed Cleopatra and pulled her in tight and just wouldn’t let go. He overshadowed her, in fact, it almost looked like he was constricting her -- even though his touch was soft. That meant the guards might think he was capturing her. She’d be praised for surviving for the ordeal. He’d be killed. Never before had Thutsef been able to put someone else's safety before his own -- not even his own mothers. He stayed like that for a while, he couldn’t be sure how long exactly, but soon the noise had died down and once they had sat there, in the dark and the quiet for a little while, the scribe managed to unpick his fingers and relax his muscles, letting Cleopatra go. It was safe now. Meritaten and Turo's StoryReally? That was it? Not power or position? Not breaking someone into pieces? Well...it was his loss then. This really was the deal of lifetime...or it was the deal that would cost them both their lives. “Sure,” she said. “You have my word -- I can get access to the Pharaoh’s directory of priests if you want as well, might have some information on that mother of yours,” Meri added, cocking one eyebrow to let him know she hadn’t missed the comment. A Priestess’ son in lower Thebes, selling stolen wares? There had to be a story there. Her finger was as good as new. It didn’t even hurt that much getting it popped back into place -- probably because of all the adrenaline. As soon as it was fixed, however, Meritaten started to grab objects of this and that and stuff them onto carts outside the door. She took a little time to grab her rich furs and leathers as well -- not as good to sell, but good in the cold, and the desert was surprisingly chilly at night. “Come on, do your bit!” she shouted to Turo, but there wasn’t that much left to carry -- her workers carried out the task quickly. Most of them had had worse lives before this one. One of them, however, was fresh off the boat from Babylon and was still technically Meri’s slave. The rest of them had been freed, but because she wasn’t a native, in Egypt she’d be back in the market in no time so better to just ‘keep’ her so she wouldn’t be r*ped and murdered in lower Thebes. There were a few more bits and pieces to pile up, but Meri’s ears -- tuned in like a cat hunting a mouse -- had detected the grumbles and squeals of men and women being shoved out the way by guards carrying animal fat and torches. Time had run out. “Go! Run, run!” she shouted to her workers, as harsh as her mother had been to her. Sometimes, she was indeed as harsh as her mother was -- which was why she wasn’t ‘sad’ per say at what her mother had done, only angry. And it became clear to her now that her mother needed to be controlled, if Meritaten was going to have any sort of life. She climbed aboard one cart, that was being pulled by ‘Xark’, her muscular bodyguard who was a surprisingly gentle but firm lover. She pulled Turo up with them and soon they were being pulled through the streets, until the roads dissipated into sandy tracks and then unto the dunes of the desert. While this was happening, Meri asked Turo. “Do you know if we’ll be able to sell any of this in the desert? Or is the only thing that goes there slaves?” “That being said, do you know any good slave-owners? Kind ones, I mean. In case the worst comes to the worst and I need someone to look after the workers because I can’t feed them.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 19:41:21 GMT -5
Drama and mystery? I'm in.) [[Woot! I could rp Akhenaten for this? and bypass adding another character.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 19:43:57 GMT -5
Where shall I start? (: ) [[Start as a dancer at the meeting of the Hittite King and Akhenaten? If that's good with you -- cause that meeting is currently going on I think. Also if you post the starter I'll love you forever cause I'm too tired to be creative. ]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 19, 2018 19:49:14 GMT -5
((Well hello everyone
Name: Chrysanthos Diokles Age: 22 Gender: Male Role: Demigod Prince of Athens Appearance: Chrysanthos stands at 6'5"; revered for his god-like beauty throughout his kingdom, he draws gazes wherever he walks. It’s hard for him not to... having long golden hair in a place where the surrounding people all have black. His eyes are a clear sky blue, long lashed, and he has bronzed skin, covered in smatterings of freckles. Chews his lips and fingernails; has pierced ears, and walks with the grace of a dancer. Personality: Chrysanthos is an extremely gentle soul who struggles with conflict- an unwanted personality trait in that of a demigod. He would much rather go for a stroll down the beach than fight in a war. He has lived an extremely sheltered life- due to this, he’s far too trusting. History: due to his ridiculously trusting nature and his naivety, Chrysanthos got himself captured by slavers, and has been traveling for about a month now- forced to do whatever his slavers sell him for. Family: Ambrosius (Brother), King Diokles of Athens (Father), Aegon (Uncle) Other: He likes cats. A lot. Egypt pleases him in this aspect. Gay af. Screen-name: Bloodrose
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 19:53:51 GMT -5
Legit tried so hard to find an appropriate welcoming gif but this was as close as I got Welcome to Egypt. This is your master. ]]
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Post by Rosa on Feb 19, 2018 20:02:58 GMT -5
(Hahaha deal Lilystar88 And I just realized you're the lovely soul who helped me on my end of the rope thread !!!!) Ipy peered around the room, noting the Hittite king sitting with Akhenaten. The music was quite boisterous. She emerged from the shadows in her diaphanous robe. Her honey colored eyes were lined in kohl. Her lips were a rich red, the finest lipstick made by crushed bugs. Her long curtain of hair had gold beads tied in on the ends. She moved her body lithely to the melody as she approached the foot of the throne. Her dance routine was acrobatic. She put her whole heart in to the dance until she finished with a bow before the king, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She waited in silence for his approval or disapproval. The agony of waiting for the word weighed on her shoulders. I must do better if I do not receive his approval...
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 19, 2018 20:09:28 GMT -5
(Lily my eyes are burning omfg)
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 19, 2018 20:27:00 GMT -5
((lily I thought we agreed that that was not to be shared!! 😂))
Name: Ambrosius Diokles Age: 22 Gender: Male Role: Demigod Prince of Athens Appearance: Ambrosius is shorter than his brother, standing at 5'11". He has bronze skin, deep black hair and even darker eyes. Personality: Ambrosius has a darker personality, often resorting to snapping at people to release his anger, although he will apologise to them soon after. He is the complete opposite to his brother when it comes to war; he would happily go to war if needed to. History: Since his brother was captured, he has hunted for him to bring him home. He is incredibly close to his brother and will do anything, and everything, to protect him. Family: Chrysanthos (Brother), King Diokles of Athens (father), Aegon (Uncle) Screen-name: Nighteyes
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 20:31:35 GMT -5
(Hahaha deal Lilystar88 And I just realized you're the lovely soul who helped me on my end of the rope thread !!!!) Ipy peered around the room, noting the Hittite king sitting with Akhenaten. The music was quite boisterous. She emerged from the shadows in her diaphanous robe. Her honey colored eyes were lined in kohl. Her lips were a rich red, the finest lipstick made by crushed bugs. Her long curtain of hair had gold beads tied in on the ends. She moved her body lithely to the melody as she approached the foot of the throne. Her dance routine was acrobatic. She put her whole heart in to the dance until she finished with a bow before the king, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. [[Ahh yes! I knew I recognized you from somewhere! Never knew you rp'd! Hope things are going good with the situation at home <3 ]] Tonight's wine was a sour vintage, made of old grapes and must have had some vinegar in it or something to make it so putrid. But, it was a Hittite thing, and his vizier and father-in-law had all encouraged him to serve the beverage. Notably, both were absent tonight. Thank Aten Horemheb was there -- the boy was of a tender age, just 17, but was so impressive and had such a craving for politics he kept the Hittites very entertained. That was good, because truth be told, Akhenaten couldn't stand the Hittites. They were...barbarous, and had no place in Egypt. No, until he had established Atenism, Egypt had to stay within it's own walls. Or else the whole thing would crumble. That being said...36 was not the most youthful of ages. He might not be around until he could safely place Atenism into someone elses hands. For as much as he loved Nef, he knew she didn't love Aten. She did love him though, and if it had just been for him, she might've continued with the faith. But Ay was forever the viper in the grass. He was skilled, and submissive, but visions of Aten had told him he was not to be trusted -- which was why he was not in line to be Vizier...yet. The night went on and the music played. More foul wine, more off dates. And then, something magical happened. Aten himself opened the heavens and out poured an angel, dancing to the most melodious tune and conveying the most beautiful image. Like a dragonfly on the nile in spring, she flowed to and fro to the tune of harps and pipes. Once the great vision of a dance came to the end, and Akhenaten was faced with just her before him, heavy chested and clad in thin wisps of cloth, he was the one who got off his chair and bowed low. Then, he applauded and as followed, the whole party did too. "How magnificent, my lady. Would you permit your Pharaoh to have the privilage of knowing your name?" he asked, hoping for a reply.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 20:35:24 GMT -5
(O.o that Speedo though. However his hair flip is superior to mine) [[As a midwife, can confirm, I've never seen anything worse. And yeah, not even I, who sits at hair that's aprox 2 feet by now, can do such a thing. ]] ((lily I thought we agreed that that was not to be shared!! 😂)) [[ Soz couldn't help it, you're just such a magnificent beast it would be unfair not to share ur image with da world]] (Lily my eyes are burning omfg) [[Burning with lust amirite ]]
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 19, 2018 20:41:24 GMT -5
(I've been laughing so hard at this GIF and omg the sunshine child is back xD)
Turo knew that the other was surprised at his request. Most would ask for power or money, but he'd seen what those do to normal people, he highly doubted that he'd not succumb to the darkness that seemed to shroud these elite. It was either an evil that made them ruthless or some kind of trapped sadness that Turo had no plans on ever having.
At least where he was he knew he could climb a little and it made him feel less trapped.
Plus all he wanted at this point was to go home. He was so young when he'd been taken by the man who spoke in a strange tongue. Not young enough to forget what his home was like, old enough to love and remember his mothers tongue, but young enough that it felt like years had been stolen from him. All he wanted to do was go back and try to live out the rest of his freedom there.
He stiffened a little when she offered to find information on his mother, forgetting that this woman had connections. "You could do that?" He murmured quietly, his eyes widening a little in surprise, before being shaken out of it whence snapped at him to do his part. He physically shook his head, the dreamy look leaving his eye at the thought of seeing his mother again, trying to get himself to think and be useful.
But there wasn't much left to grab since her workers had done most of it for her. He thought quickly and grabbed a few mats, along with some jewelry that had been dropped before following the woman, eyes dancing around as he tried to think of what else he could bring. He couldn't see anything else... next thing he knew he was being pulled up on one of the carriages and he let out a loud cry of alarm. Frankly he'd never ridden on something and it was pretty terrifying at first. He was ashamed to say he clutched a little too tightly onto the seating and shut his eyes tightly.
He only opened his eyes a little when asked if they sold anything else but slaves in the desert and he shook his head. "No. I would suggest staying close to the towns so you can barter and trade. It's all slave trade out there since it's the only place they can really do it without questions being asked." He responded simply, voice tight as he tried to get used to the motion, wanting to jump down and run with the man pulling the cart.
He stared at her when asked if there were any kind slave owners there, like she'd just grown an extra head. "There are no kind ones who live out in these deserts. The kind ones are the people who don't use shady back dealers to get their servants and slaves. " His voice had taken on a different quality, almost a hatred as he spoke, looking away quickly in hopes to change the subject. "You will never see them again if you sell them to those men."
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Call me Rosa: 21, music lover, teacher, Irish American, sassy but all about spreading love♡
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Post by Rosa on Feb 19, 2018 20:50:29 GMT -5
Ipy exhaled slowly with the word of his approval,relief flooding throughout her and lifting the weight. She hadn't even known she had been holding her breath until he spoke such kind words and asked her her name. Her heart thudded in her chest, barely believing he had asked her name. Perhaps he enjoyed her enough to permanently employ her. If that were the case, she could better take care of Kiya. She looked up at the king. "Thank you, my Lord. My name is Ipy. It is an honor to perform for one of your caliber." Her voice was silky and confident but filled with reverence; she was not a fool. Her silky confidence was part of her performance but she knew that to really honor him she must show her respect. With this, she bowed her head once more. "Will my Pharaoh allow his servant to perform once more? If I have found your favor, I have a dance that you can join in." She looked up once more to await his response. Lilystar88
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 19, 2018 21:00:09 GMT -5
((I'll just shove this in here))
Name: Tarik Madu Age: 29 Gender: Male Role: Medjay, Protector of Egypt Appearance: Tarik stands at 6'2", and has extremely dark skin. He wears white robes, including a hood to protect his hair from the sunlight. His preferred weapon is a bow, but he is also trained to use his Khopesh, which he keeps at his side at all times. Personality: Tarik is a stern person when on duty, but can be quite laid back when he is not. He is always on alert, and is willing to jump into most kinds of situations when needed. History: As a Medjay, Madu is sworn to protect the people of Egypt and the Pharaoh, and he does so as best he can. He will not hesitate to carry out a command, unless they cross his moral code, such as killing an innocent. Family: none Screen-name: Nighteyes
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 21:05:50 GMT -5
(I've been laughing so hard at this GIF and omg the sunshine child is back xD) Turo knew that the other was surprised at his request. Most would ask for power or money, but he'd seen what those do to normal people, he highly doubted that he'd not succumb to the darkness that seemed to shroud these elite. It was either an evil that made them ruthless or some kind of trapped sadness that Turo had no plans on ever having. At least where he was he knew he could climb a little and it made him feel less trapped. Plus all he wanted at this point was to go home. He was so young when he'd been taken by the man who spoke in a strange tongue. Not young enough to forget what his home was like, old enough to love and remember his mothers tongue, but young enough that it felt like years had been stolen from him. All he wanted to do was go back and try to live out the rest of his freedom there. He stiffened a little when she offered to find information on his mother, forgetting that this woman had connections. "You could do that?" He murmured quietly, his eyes widening a little in surprise, before being shaken out of it whence snapped at him to do his part. He physically shook his head, the dreamy look leaving his eye at the thought of seeing his mother again, trying to get himself to think and be useful. But there wasn't much left to grab since her workers had done most of it for her. He thought quickly and grabbed a few mats, along with some jewelry that had been dropped before following the woman, eyes dancing around as he tried to think of what else he could bring. He couldn't see anything else... next thing he knew he was being pulled up on one of the carriages and he let out a loud cry of alarm. Frankly he'd never ridden on something and it was pretty terrifying at first. He was ashamed to say he clutched a little too tightly onto the seating and shut his eyes tightly. He only opened his eyes a little when asked if they sold anything else but slaves in the desert and he shook his head. "No. I would suggest staying close to the towns so you can barter and trade. It's all slave trade out there since it's the only place they can really do it without questions being asked." He responded simply, voice tight as he tried to get used to the motion, wanting to jump down and run with the man pulling the cart. He stared at her when asked if there were any kind slave owners there, like she'd just grown an extra head. "There are no kind ones who live out in these deserts. The kind ones are the people who don't use shady back dealers to get their servants and slaves. " His voice had taken on a different quality, almost a hatred as he spoke, looking away quickly in hopes to change the subject. "You will never see them again if you sell them to those men." [[Yess me and Blood were talking should Turo see Blood's golden child at the slave stands and persuade Meri to buy him? This is also why I've speeded up the rp a bit in the following post. ]] Meri winced. He was right, she knew that. But she had lived in hope because the reality of it was, there were about twenty of them with little to no food income and the interesting thing about Meri’s establishment was that it wasn’t a br*thel. She used her funds from the palace to let her men and women eat in peace, and in return, they’d act as servants to her when a dignitary came by. It was her small slice of freedom and power -- in that place, that she called ‘Meri’s Temple’, she’d made more lucrative deals than her father ever had, meaning money flowed in, and didn’t really flow back out again. Which meant some of her workers called it ‘Meri’s refuge’ (she, however, hated that name). Their journey came to a stop behind the sand dune where a cluster of ten or twenty slave camps. They were clustered, and cramped and oh god the smells and the sounds...things were going to have to change. To accomplish this change, Meri employed one of her mother’s techniques. Control, through absolute fear. She stood just outside the camp and smiled and giggled, like a twelve year old who was trying to haggle for sweeties. Word reached the chief slave owner, who was an extremely fat man decked out in cold chains and rubied rings on every finger. He saw her, and went out into the sands alone, lustily eyeing up her large bosoms. As soon as he got close enough, Meri knelt down. The man was ecstatic, until instead of doing something sexual she took her dagger and within five, excruciatingly painful seconds, made him a eunuch. That scream was the worst one, but the most pleasant sounding to Meri. Once he had passed out, she stood up and looked at every astonished slave-owner with ice-cold fire in her eyes. “Your slaves will be quiet tonight, and every night, until the next moon is in it’s third quarter. You will do this not by whipping them harder, but by feeding them double,” she announced, and threw a shimmering of proper gold coins at their feet which every slave owner grappled to gather. It’s not compassion, Meri told herself it’s just business. Gods help her if she ever became...ugh..a nice person. “I also want tents,” she said, and every slave owner provided her with his best tent -- trembling as they came close to the beautiful woman with the heart of stone. That meant that within a few hours, each and every one of her workers had a bed for the night, and were resting after the days events. It was dark now, and Meri was still by the well-established campfire that was in the centre of her ring of tents. She’d found amongst her stuff some leathers -- a vest and a pair of trews, meant for a man but worked for her just fine -- even if they were tight around the buttox. It wasn’t the most beautiful thing in the world, but it kept her warm. She was alone, currently, but wished for company. She turned around to see if she could find Turo, somewhere in the camp.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 21:11:36 GMT -5
Ipy exhaled slowly with the word of his approval,relief flooding throughout her and lifting the weight. She hadn't even known she had been holding her breath until he spoke such kind words and asked her her name. Her heart thudded in her chest, barely believing he had asked her name. Perhaps he enjoyed her enough to permanently employ her. If that were the case, she could better take care of Kiya. She looked up at the king. "Thank you, my Lord. My name is Ipy. It is an honor to perform for one of your caliber." Her voice was silky and confident but filled with reverence; she was not a fool. Her silky confidence was part of her performance but she knew that to really honor him she must show her respect. With this, she bowed her head once more. "Will my Pharaoh allow his servant to perform once more? If I have found your favor, I have a dance that you can join in." She looked up once more to await his response. Lilystar88 "Go on, Akywhaten!" the Hittite King jeered, clearly enjoying his foul vinegar-wine too much. It was rare that Akhenaten felt embarrassment but this was one such occasion. He looked around the party once more -- there were merrymakers and servants, a few noble children -- his own daughter, Meketaten, with her husband -- the Hittite general's son. But, no Nefertiti. Akhenaten could have breathed a sigh of relief. For she was often too quick to presume the worst when he gave another woman compliments and the like. He stood up and smiled, pulling in his belly slightly -- it protruded too much on a good day, and after a meal of stuffed hippo, he looked like he was with child and it was twins. "I would be honored, Ipy," he said, waiting for her to start the dance.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 21:12:55 GMT -5
Lilystar88 (Yes I love to roleplay! I thank you so much for your advice and kindness that day ♡ The situation is...iffyish at the moment. I'm sure it will get better soon.) [ ]
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