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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 21:13:56 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.) [[Yeahno it's a tricky one, and these kind of situations do take time. I am also assured it will get better soon, and I'm an awful liar so you can be assured that is my honest opinion lol]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 19, 2018 21:14:47 GMT -5
[[Ok lads, now I'm away for aprox 48 hours. Wish me luck. If you want to check whether or not I died, ask Blood, but apart from that presume I'm alive. See ya'll soon!]]
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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 21:25:11 GMT -5
Lilystar88Ipy silently breathed a sigh of relief. She slowly stood to her feet, her lips twitching into a smile. "The honor is mine, Pharaoh." Ipy raised her arms above her head and fluttered them down once more towards her naval as she swayed her hips dramatically. "A dance, for the almighty Pharaoh!"She announced in a strong voice. With lithe bare feet, she quickly approached the throne. She lifted her foot to the top of his chair and bent backwards at the waist, bending back as though she hadn't a spine to limit her, reaching her arms behind her. She raised back up slowly and gracefully. With a flick of her ankle she removed her foot from the throne and removed a thin linen from inside of her robe's sleeve. She covered up the lower part of her face, her kohl lined eyes shimmering. "My lord with this dance I honor you." Ipy immediately broke into a dramatic dance depicting the timeline of the Pharaoh's reign.
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Post by Silversky on Feb 20, 2018 2:02:22 GMT -5
( do I just do my join here or on another page? I’ve always wanted to play in this time period.) ( the king is extra thicc 👌 ) [[I know right Akhenaten a chunky boi. And yes it's just on here. Might make a joining page in the future but that's only after I figure out how to make the front page snazzy.]] (I’m so sorry for the long delay, school is bad on the brain. I’ll think of something non Roman related. I got ideas
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 5:03:17 GMT -5
((Here’s a starter for Turo and Meri when Lily comes back❤️))
Chrysanthos hurt. He was aching everywhere- yes, everywhere- and he felt used, dirty, and so exhausted he could barely lift his head. The lowering sun was making things worse... he tended to become less sharp on a night, less able to defend himself, unlike his brother back home. He saw his trader leering at him, and flinched from the gaze, dropping his own to the ground.
He was one of the only slaves here who had a cage all to himself. He’d hurt enough people on his trip to make his trader ensure he’d never do it again. Chrys barely had enough room to fully raise his head- keeping the man confined was the best way to sap away his will.
They’d be selling him soon, he guessed- but he’d thought that the last time, and now he was stressfully wondering if his traders aim was to sell him to the Pharaoh. That would be the worst possible fate that Chrys could imagine- it would be absolutely demeaning. A prince of Greece- servant to a pharaoh of Egypt! He hissed softly, furious and upset, and tried for the fiftieth time to worm his way out of the bonds on his wrists. It wouldn’t do him any good anyways. He’d still have to get out of the cage.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 8:42:04 GMT -5
(( Nighteyes I’ll get a starter up when I’m home❤️❤️ Name: Amuntep Age: 17 Gender: Male?? Role: (Apprentice) Medjay Appearance: he stands at 6’”, with skin as black as the earth when it rains in Egypt. His eyes are a bright honeyed amber colour; catlike; and he wears his hair in long dreads, all the way down to his waist. He wears the typical white hooded robes of the Medjay, carries a Khopesh, Bow, and a whip, and has various scars scattered over his body. Personality: He is laid back and friendly when off duty, but as soon as he’s back on, he is sharp-witted, and shuts off his emotions to prevent stalling in situations where he needs to act quickly. He is loyal to the pharaoh, and looks up to other Medjay. History: He has recently lost his master- the man training him up to be a Medjay- and is currently searching for a new one to teach him their ways. He prefers to have a tutor over learning in groups. He is orphaned, with no family or friends. Other: Owns a melanistic leopard cub, two years of age, named Baj. Found him as an abandoned newborn. Screen name: Bloodrose ))
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 20, 2018 9:38:18 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. ]] (Lilystar88, my eyes are bleeding)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 20, 2018 9:41:20 GMT -5
Honestly the moment that they'd neared the slave traders Turo wanted to turn tail and run. He was telling himself he'd be able to find enough money to make it back to Memphis all on his own and that this was too risky for him. He was a slave from here and they'd know within minutes that e was a runaway. He'd be thrown back into one of those cages again and then he would come back to do what he pleased with Turo, no doubt having some horrible plan on making Turo pay, especially because he'd burnt the place to the ground before he left. It had been an accident, he had been punished and beaten for something he hadn't done and his hand flew out and hit one of the torches. It turned out where they were was dry as could be and the thing went up in flames, fire destroying anything that hadn't been stone.
Turo had a glazed over expression as the woman he was traveling with threatened the slave trader. He'd hidden behind the chariot at this point, knowing he'd have to be careful, not trusting that he wouldn't be recognized here. His gash through the mark was good enough to fool street folk but a professional would be able to tell the difference within minutes.
It was why he started to wander around the darkened area, watching behind his back, avoiding the traders at all costs. At least that was the case until he saw a singular man in a cage. He was huge compared to tiny Turo with pale skin that reminded him of the man with the strange language. He hadn't realized that he'd stopped infront of the cage, staring at the man with wide and fearful eyes, recognizing him but he was unsure of where.
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 20, 2018 9:43:56 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.
Cleopatras heart raced violently as Tutsef pulled her in. Surely the guards and queen would think he was taking advantage of her? Why would he risk his safety? Probably because he needed her help preventing the assassination. As soon as everyone calmed down and the noise died down , Tutsef let Cleopatra go , but her body was still tense as her heart pounded almost out of her chest. How could she be so stupid? Was Tutsef mad at her now? Would he discard her from helping him? - these thoughts raced through her head. Her lower lip quivered with a mix of shame and fear.
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 20, 2018 10:01:16 GMT -5
(Also made a profile for cleopatra that i'm using rn so it's better to picture her!))
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 10:02:10 GMT -5
The Male looked up at Turo as he approached the cage, sky-blue eyes reflecting the fear in Turo’s own. He tried to move away, shaking, but couldn’t even move an inch in either direction- so instead he cowered, eyes tightly closed. ‘Please don’t hurt me.’ He mumbled. He hadn’t yet learned this foreign language- he spoke only in Greek, and knew only ‘yes’ in Egyptian. His fear was what was causing his slow learning- and the fact that he got beat every time he opened his mouth. He’d eventually given up on listening over the past month.
The man before him was far smaller than he, but curled up and cramped in his cage, he seemed massive- Chrysanthos just wanted this nightmare to end. To go home and see his brother, and father, and his uncle- he’d simply had enough.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 10:40:20 GMT -5
Hesitantly, the man raised his head, warily watching as Turo crouched. He swallowed tightly; he’d learned not to trust, but he couldn’t help but know that this man was afraid of him. Why? ‘Chrysanthos.’ He softly replied, lip trembling. ‘He’ll kill you if he sees you near me. Leave.’ He turned his head away again, struggling to not cry. He didn’t want this man hurt because of him.
He brushed aside a dirty lock of hair, sorely missing the bathhouses back home, and the warm comfort they brought. In all honesty, he had no idea what he’d do if he ever DID escape his bonds- he didn’t speak the language, didn’t know the land, had none of its currency... it was asking for more trouble. A few years trickled down his cheeks- he was frustrated, scared, and severely homesick.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 11:04:38 GMT -5
( Nighteyes ❤️) Amuntep wasn’t sure what had compelled him to try and take on this group of bandits alone. He knew he should have gone for help, considering he was barely trained in the basics, but then the bandits had started burning the little village, and Amuntep just couldn’t leave them. So he’d impulsively rushed into the fight, and now he was struggling to hold off the group of six bandits, bleeding from multiple cuts on his arms, legs, and torso, all while the men laughed and jeered at his attempt to save the villagers. He got his own back, of course, for their mockery- aligning his Khopesh between the legs of one, and dragging it up through his body as violently as he possibly could. He wrinkled his nose as he pried his blade free, before blocking an attack from yet another bandit. He was tiring quickly, and cursed the day his tutor had up and died. What a d*ck.
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 20, 2018 12:00:21 GMT -5
( Nighteyes ❤️) Amuntep wasn’t sure what had compelled him to try and take on this group of bandits alone. He knew he should have gone for help, considering he was barely trained in the basics, but then the bandits had started burning the little village, and Amuntep just couldn’t leave them. So he’d impulsively rushed into the fight, and now he was struggling to hold off the group of six bandits, bleeding from multiple cuts on his arms, legs, and torso, all while the men laughed and jeered at his attempt to save the villagers. He got his own back, of course, for their mockery- aligning his Khopesh between the legs of one, and dragging it up through his body as violently as he possibly could. He wrinkled his nose as he pried his blade free, before blocking an attack from yet another bandit. He was tiring quickly, and cursed the day his tutor had up and died. What a d*ck. Tarik grunted softly as his camel tried to toss him off, one of the unfortunate habits it had picked up. It only ever did it once or twice, but it never failed to make him uncomfortable. He struck it's shoulder gently, making a harsh sound with his tongue, before continuing to the top of the sand dune. When he reached the top, he raised his hood to cover his eyes, narrowing them as he looked down at the village. "What the hell is going on?" He muttered, seeing the combat happening below. He urged the camel forward, making his way down as quickly as possible.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 12:10:37 GMT -5
Amuntep grunted as he was knocked down, and quickly scrambled to try and get back up. If he went down again, he knew he was a goner- he was already exhausted and every move was tiring him further. Now he simply defended himself, too tired to make an attack, and began to feel himself backed into corner. He knew he was staring death in the face; he didn’t want to die just yet.
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 20, 2018 12:18:31 GMT -5
Amuntep grunted as he was knocked down, and quickly scrambled to try and get back up. If he went down again, he knew he was a goner- he was already exhausted and every move was tiring him further. Now he simply defended himself, too tired to make an attack, and began to feel himself backed into corner. He knew he was staring death in the face; he didn’t want to die just yet. Tarik spurred the camel faster, resulting in a burst of speed, and a disgruntled noise from the animal. He raced into the centre of the group, and smoothly jumped down, slashing two of the attackers across their chests, before barreling into the closest person to Amuntep, knocking him off balance.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 12:55:25 GMT -5
Amuntep gasped with surprise as the newcomer joined the brawl- upon seeing he was a friend, he felt a surge of strength in his tired limbs, and continued to fight, renewed. With a shout, he cut down one of the two remaining men, and left the last to his saviour. He then tiredly stumbled back, sitting down, his chest heaving. Slowly, the townspeople emerged, and began to cheer and thank the two men for saving them, before the men hurriedly began to try and put out the fires, and the women moved to tend to any wounded. Amuntep looked at the man before him, blinking slowly. ‘Thankyou... you saved my life.’
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 20, 2018 12:56:42 GMT -5
Hesitantly, the man raised his head, warily watching as Turo crouched. He swallowed tightly; he’d learned not to trust, but he couldn’t help but know that this man was afraid of him. Why? ‘Chrysanthos.’ He softly replied, lip trembling. ‘He’ll kill you if he sees you near me. Leave.’ He turned his head away again, struggling to not cry. He didn’t want this man hurt because of him. He brushed aside a dirty lock of hair, sorely missing the bathhouses back home, and the warm comfort they brought. In all honesty, he had no idea what he’d do if he ever DID escape his bonds- he didn’t speak the language, didn’t know the land, had none of its currency... it was asking for more trouble. A few years trickled down his cheeks- he was frustrated, scared, and severely homesick. Chrysanthos. The prince, nephew of his old owner, someone Turo was familiar with. His eyes widened in fear at the name, backing away for a moment, wondering if this was some kind of horrible trick that the man was playing on him. He still stayed there, wondering why this demigod of a prince was stuck in a cage, dirtied and defeated. “Why here?” Turo asked, pointing to the cage, ignoring the order to go away before the man came back. His eyes were sharp and wary but his curiosity got the better of him.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 13:04:04 GMT -5
Chrysanthos stared at him, clearly not understanding the question, and growing increasingly stressed for both his own and this man’s wellbeing. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’ He mumbled, fidgeting with the dirty robe he wore, pulling out some of the frayed seams. ‘Do you mean- why- I’m in a cage?’ He then asked, frowning slightly as he struggled to understand. ‘I took an enemy for a friend. They knocked me out and I woke up in bonds on a ship.’ He angrily averted his gaze, before once again starting to strain at his restraints, his wrists bloody, bruised and burned from how long they’d been tied.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 13:49:41 GMT -5
Chrysanthos looked at him, utterly confused. ‘Why would my uncle be here?’ He asked, lifting his wrists enough for Turo to tend to his wounds; further confused by the help he was recieving. It had been the first show of kindness in a very long time. ‘My uncle is home, and likely very worried for my wellbeing. I need to get home.’ He croaked, starting to cry again, and once more struggling with his bonds.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 14:46:01 GMT -5
Chrysanthos miserably nodded at Turo’s stern order, still confused as to why he seemed convinced that Chrys’ uncle was here. He shuffled uncomfortably, every muscle in his body aching. He just wanted to stretch his legs- walk through the white seafoam on the beaches of his homeland. ‘You should go.’ He muttered. ‘Thankyou for your help.’
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 20, 2018 14:46:09 GMT -5
Amuntep gasped with surprise as the newcomer joined the brawl- upon seeing he was a friend, he felt a surge of strength in his tired limbs, and continued to fight, renewed. With a shout, he cut down one of the two remaining men, and left the last to his saviour. He then tiredly stumbled back, sitting down, his chest heaving. Slowly, the townspeople emerged, and began to cheer and thank the two men for saving them, before the men hurriedly began to try and put out the fires, and the women moved to tend to any wounded. Amuntep looked at the man before him, blinking slowly. ‘Thankyou... you saved my life.’ Tarik examined him, before nodding. "Yes. I did." He said, before looking him up and down. "Where is your master?" He asked, recognising him immediately as an apprentice Medjay.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 20, 2018 15:02:48 GMT -5
Chrysanthos miserably nodded at Turo’s stern order, still confused as to why he seemed convinced that Chrys’ uncle was here. He shuffled uncomfortably, every muscle in his body aching. He just wanted to stretch his legs- walk through the white seafoam on the beaches of his homeland. ‘You should go.’ He muttered. ‘Thankyou for your help.’ “No.” Turo said stubbornly, worries about the mans wounds, sitting down next to the cage and resting against it. He was quiet for a few moments, shocked at his appearance still, studying the sand around them. “How long you here for?” He asked, wanting to know how long he had been in the trade. He’d been free when Turo was at his uncles place, at least for the most part, because he’d seen him before.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 15:52:20 GMT -5
Chrysanthos stared at him, humbled and severely confused at the man’s decision. ‘... a month.’ He quietly replied, blinking slowly as he leaned against the cage, resting his head on the bars and gazing at Turo through long blond lashes. ‘I think he’s taking me to the Pharaoh.’ He softly added, closing his eyes. ‘I could be in severe danger if that happens, or if anyone finds out who I am...’ he trailed off, looking at him warily. ‘Can... can I trust you?’
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 18:44:08 GMT -5
“The pharaoh would be.... bad?” Turo repeated, sounding rather confused at the mans belief, his eyes widening once more before shrugging when asked if he could he trusted. “That is your choice. Not me,” because it had been a long time since he’d trusted anyone. He didn’t even fully believe the princess would keep her end of the deal honestly. He wasn’t sure why’d he’d agreed to this in the first place because thIs could set him back and kill him if he ran out of what little money he had left. Chrysanthos was silent for a long while, gazingat hisknees. ‘I...’ he trailed off, before making his decision to trust him. ‘I’m a prince.’ He mumbled. ‘Of Athens. If I’m bought by the pharaoh, and he discovers who I am, he may think me a spy- it would also be terribly demeaning and embarrassing for my kingdom, and overall cause extreme tensions between both countries.’ He trailed off, desperation now on his face. ‘I need to get out of here.’ He croaked, once more looking for a way out of his situation. ‘I can’t let any of that happen.’
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 18:46:10 GMT -5
Amuntep gasped with surprise as the newcomer joined the brawl- upon seeing he was a friend, he felt a surge of strength in his tired limbs, and continued to fight, renewed. With a shout, he cut down one of the two remaining men, and left the last to his saviour. He then tiredly stumbled back, sitting down, his chest heaving. Slowly, the townspeople emerged, and began to cheer and thank the two men for saving them, before the men hurriedly began to try and put out the fires, and the women moved to tend to any wounded. Amuntep looked at the man before him, blinking slowly. ‘Thankyou... you saved my life.’ Tarik examined him, before nodding. "Yes. I did." He said, before looking him up and down. "Where is your master?" He asked, recognising him immediately as an apprentice Medjay. ‘Dead.’ The boy bluntly replied, hefting his too-big Khopesh onto his back and into its holder, before starting to examine the wounds he’d recieved, wrapping them in clean bandages. ‘Killed on the road. The old bastard was drunk and couldn’t fight as well as he normally could. It’s just me now.’ He straightened up, looking at Tarik with a curious expression. ‘What’s your name, sir?’
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