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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 20, 2018 20:57:05 GMT -5
Chrysanthos dell still and silent again, and once more leaned back against the cage bars, wearing an utterly miserable expression. ‘Please just go. He’ll catch you and hurt you, and it’ll be my fault- I can’t let that happen... I can’t. Please leave me.’ He looked at him, pleading with his eyes. ‘I’d never be able to forgive myself. I can’t ask you to help me.’
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 21, 2018 7:51:54 GMT -5
Chrysanthos gazed at him for a few minutes, before finally, finally placing his full trust into the man outside his cage. ‘The Key is inside his caravan.’ He softly said. ‘It hangs on a bronze hook, and has three prongs.’ He studied Turo, hoping he understood. ‘He meets with the other traders at nightfall, and returns when the moon is high to feed me. Then he retires to bed. You’ll have two hours to make it into his caravan, past his dogs, and to get me out of this camp. Or you could steal yourself some money and buy me on the morrow.’ He smiled at him slightly. ‘I place my life in your hands.’
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 21, 2018 8:36:52 GMT -5
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?’ "Tarik. Tarik Madu." He said, examining him. "And if you're in need of a master, then I'll take his place. I've been looking for a suitable apprentice." He sniffed, before turning to his camel. "Come. Follow me."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 21, 2018 9:57:14 GMT -5
Chrysanthos gazed at him for a few minutes, before finally, finally placing his full trust into the man outside his cage. ‘The Key is inside his caravan.’ He softly said. ‘It hangs on a bronze hook, and has three prongs.’ He studied Turo, hoping he understood. ‘He meets with the other traders at nightfall, and returns when the moon is high to feed me. Then he retires to bed. You’ll have two hours to make it into his caravan, past his dogs, and to get me out of this camp. Or you could steal yourself some money and buy me on the morrow.’ He smiled at him slightly. ‘I place my life in your hands.’ “Slow please.” He murmured at the instruction, holding up two hands as if to tell the other to stop, face furrowed in concentration as he tried to listen carefully. After a few minutes he only nodded before studying the man once more. “If stolen where would you go? Trip to Greece is hard. Lot of money.” He told the other, looking st him in interest, like he was some kind of puzzle that Turo had to solve. He was well aware of the desperate need to escape but Turo had also learned the hard way that there needed to be a plan along with the escape. Or else Chrysanthos would be just like Turos, stealing and selling whatever he’d grabbed for a living.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 21, 2018 10:16:45 GMT -5
‘I don’t know.’ Chrys replied, gazing at him earnestly. ‘I’ve never left the inner city of my home- I wasn’t permitted to. I know nothing of the outside world.’ He warily looked over at his trader, stressed now that he could see him finishing up his conversation. ‘Make your decision quickly.’ He hurriedly said, looking at him. ‘I’ll figure it out once I’m out.’
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 21, 2018 10:18:20 GMT -5
‘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?’ "Tarik. Tarik Madu." He said, examining him. "And if you're in need of a master, then I'll take his place. I've been looking for a suitable apprentice." He sniffed, before turning to his camel. "Come. Follow me." He blinked slowly, not comprehending what he’d said for a moment, before realising and hurriedly following him, eyes wide. ‘Where are we going?’ He asked, managing to fall into a comfortable pace close behind him. ‘Shouldn’t we stay and make sure everyone is okay? Or if they need further help?’
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 21, 2018 10:24:36 GMT -5
"Tarik. Tarik Madu." He said, examining him. "And if you're in need of a master, then I'll take his place. I've been looking for a suitable apprentice." He sniffed, before turning to his camel. "Come. Follow me." He blinked slowly, not comprehending what he’d said for a moment, before realising and hurriedly following him, eyes wide. ‘Where are we going?’ He asked, managing to fall into a comfortable pace close behind him. ‘Shouldn’t we stay and make sure everyone is okay? Or if they need further help?’ Tarik turned and looked around, watching the area closely. "They're fine." He said, watching as they began to emerge from their homes; shaken, but unharmed. "I have other, more pressing matters to attend to."
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 21, 2018 15:04:38 GMT -5
“I will get you out. Life harder free here,” Turo warned, eyeing the dealer warily, a frown touching the Egyptians lips. He reached forward, touching the chains. “When free hold wrists,” he told the other as he lifted his own to show the man. He wanted to make sure those wounds around the chains wouldn’t be worse than before. Chrysanthos quietly nodded at him, before watching as his trader finally walked away, heading towards the main centre of the camp. He looked over at Turo, chewing his bottom lip. ‘Now’s your chance. Watch the dog- it’s friendly, but it will bark and snarl at you. Crouch low and offer your hand. He’ll be quiet.’
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 21, 2018 15:06:16 GMT -5
Nighteyes‘Pressing matters?’ Amuntep asked, wearing a curious expression. ‘And what exactly are those?’ He turned his head to gaze around, stumbling every so often in his pace as he struggled to keep up with the other. He felt exhausted, and his stomach wouldn’t stop twisting with hunger. He was close to eating his leather belt.
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 21, 2018 18:17:37 GMT -5
Nighteyes‘Pressing matters?’ Amuntep asked, wearing a curious expression. ‘And what exactly are those?’ He turned his head to gaze around, stumbling every so often in his pace as he struggled to keep up with the other. He felt exhausted, and his stomach wouldn’t stop twisting with hunger. He was close to eating his leather belt. "There have been a string of murders in the city nearest to here. All of them made to look like sacrifices. Obviously, one of the priests is not as...sane as the others." He said, glancing back at him, before opening information his pack and pulling out some food. "Eat." He instructed, handing it to him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 2:54:22 GMT -5
Name: Tsetseg (referred to as Tsetsek or Tsekani in Egyptian, or just Tse for short) Age: 19 Gender: Female Role: Slave girl / servant at the palace Appearance: She is short and lithe with some curve to her especially wider hips matched with comparatively long legs. She narrow but muscular shoulders and toned upper arms, built like an archer. She has a thin torso and wais, dark brown almost black hair that falls a little wavy past her shoulders, and dark brown irises that blend with her pupils giving her a doe-eyed look. She has a femininely squared jaw and round almond eyes, an innocent looking face that makes her look a few years younger than she is. Her skin is a dusty tan olive tone with round dark red lips. She has numerous scars, mostly across her back and arms. Personality: She probably comes off a lot more timid than she actually is. She keeps her head down and does as she's told but behind her obedient facade she is always thinking and planning. Underneath she's brave, determined and calculated, not just wishing that someday she'll escape and return to her homeland but actively planning. She is observant, maybe a little too much so, and opportunistic. She won't try to make an escape attempt unless she's absolutely certain it will lead to freedom. History: Tsetseg comes from a nomadic tribe far to the North-East of Egypt, she is experienced in horse-back riding and archery from a young age. She was kidnapped by an enemy tribe when she was 15 and stayed with them until she was finally sold over to Egypt just under a year ago. Family: Other: Screen-name: Plague Doctor
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 26, 2018 13:12:49 GMT -5
(I have Kha open , but he is a servant to the king/queen so I don't know if anyones character would intersect mine?)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 15:28:13 GMT -5
(My character is a servant at the palace she could interact with him as soon as I get approved from Lily.)
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 26, 2018 18:20:19 GMT -5
(I would go ahead and start rping because Lily hasn't been on in a while but i'm sure she would approve your character!)
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 26, 2018 19:30:31 GMT -5
((Hey, I've been in contact with lily and she said that you're accepted ^^))
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 22:10:16 GMT -5
(okay cool)
Tsetseg was walking up the steps from the storage rooms below the palace carrying a large decorative vase as she was ordered to bring it up to one of the upper halls. She went slowly and carried it carefully, even though it was heavy she had no problem with the weight of it.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 27, 2018 13:41:32 GMT -5
[[AND FROM THE DEPTHS OF HOSPITAL I DRAG MY SORRY CARCASS OF A BODY BACK AND OHMYSWEETHOLYFECKINGGODthere were so many things to learn. there was so much stuff i did and learnt and just wow there was so much also since I was last on I've worked 50 hours which is why I left for so long. @plaguedoctor you're totally accepted! Welcome, welcome! sweetclover1 Bloodrose where we at with Turo and demigod boi? kittykatcutiez Rosa Responces shall be up as soon as I can! I'm back now till Friday(ish) ]]
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Post by kittykatcutiez on Feb 27, 2018 14:42:21 GMT -5
(Lillystar88 finally!!!!!!!!! Missed rping with you!)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 27, 2018 15:15:53 GMT -5
Lilystar88 Ipy 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. All his life, Akhenaten had been good at assessing the skills of others. Even if he did not have the skill himself, he could figure out whether a person's abilities in a certain area were truly great. And right now, he knew that Ipy's skill as a dancer was nothing less than magnificent. Her body was more fluid in it's movements than the nile itself. Her beauty rivaled Isis'...and Nefertiti's. And not only that, but she was strategic in the way she danced too. She danced in a way that reminded him of the struggles he had to go through to get his throne -- co-ruling with his father, trying to fight off his conniving uncles who wanted power after father died, and then succeeding in becoming sole ruler -- with his wife at his side. That was another thing Akhenaten saw in the dance -- the depiction of the great love he had for Nefertiti. Ipy danced the truth about his marriage: it was a thing alike to solid gold. Strong, unwavering. Yet, she masked the great hole that lay in the center of it -- the truth about the struggle for an heir, and the fact Nef would never love Aten the way he did. As the dance finished he remembered himself, fixed his solemn, wandering expression and clapped again, the whole party did so too. "Your skill is unrivaled, Ipy. Stay and rest now -- eat and drink whatever you desire. You are an honoured guest." The whole party cheered, except for Ay, who glanced at him with suspicion. That was a conversation Akhenaten just couldn't have yet, so he excused himself and fled to the temple of Aten -- once again completely alone except for the statue of his new god.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 27, 2018 15:16:23 GMT -5
(Lillystar88 finally!!!!!!!!! Missed rping with you!) [[Ahhh me too! I got so busy with work...I'm back no for a bit tho. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 27, 2018 16:22:07 GMT -5
kittykatcutiezInstinct was a unreliable thing that Thutsef had almost never used in his entire life. But now, in this moment, he acted on it -- pulling Cleo in again and kissing her forehead softly, not even considering the ramifications or implications of such an act. "It's okay, we're safe now," he whispered, then let her go. His brain was still in absolute shock, and the only thing he had the capacity to think about was the Queen and Ay's conversation. What was she going to do? What was going to happen? What was...wait. Where were the guards? Why hadn't they been caught. Perhaps the Queen had dismissed the sound as nothing, just a flight of nerves. Thutsef looked to Cleopatra and nodded, telling her it was truly safe. "We can go now, back to the Queen's audience room...if that's what you want?"
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 27, 2018 16:41:33 GMT -5
Lilystar88 (So good to see you again!!!) Ipy finished in a bow, trying to gracefully catch her breath (surely Rosa isn't the only one who does this xD but most of the time I wind up sounding like a dying cow). His kind words warmed her face. She thanked him sincerely and stood, watching him flee. She hesitated but obeyed his words and slowly made her way over to the drinks. She desperately needed refreshment after her rigorous dance routine. By this point her robe was falling down her shoulder. She was glistening with sweat. She readjusted her robe and looked for a drink. [[It's good to be back, even if only for a little bit.]] Akhenaten sat, and prayed, focusing every part of his expansive and intelligent mind on Aten. Aten...spoke, to him sometimes. Not in words, but in feelings, and thoughts that would come into his head. And this time, Aten had mercy for him -- Aten had just a little reflection of grace for the Pharaoh who was now wary of his...curiosity over Ipy, but so very tempted to get to know her more. Gah, Nefertiti be damned! He was the Pharoah, and he wasn't doing anything wrong by getting to know how a mysterious dancer could compel such feelings within him. So, he pulled off a little trick father had done for his third wife. Not that Ipy was going to become his wife or anything, but it was a good way to get to know people. He cast down his pharaoh's robes and dressed as a servant. No one would think twice looking at him now, especially since he'd bound up his inflated belly and wore a small hood with the traditional servant gold trim. He made his way back to the party and found the dancer that had captivated him so. He poured a goblet of something a little sweeter than vinegar wine and offered it to the dancer. "Wine, my lady?" he asked.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 27, 2018 17:25:19 GMT -5
Lilystar88 hows life?) Ipy was readjusting her robe as a man's voice interrupted her train of thought. It sounded familiar. She turned at the sound and smiled at the servant. She supposed she didn't know him after all. "Splendid. I was just looking for a drink." She took it from him and sipped at it. "Delicious. Thank you very much." Closer up, one could see her delicately chiseled features better. Her honey eyes had flecks of gold. The sheer robe showed her lean muscles, curves and strong legs. She had a sweet aroma, a fine perfume anointing her. [[Alright. Adapting to placement shift patterns -- did 50 hours this week, which is why I'm kinda exhausted. Going to barricade myself in my room for like 4 days now though. So here I am!]] Akhenaten smiled, having to stop himself from laughing at the fact she didn't know who he was. No matter, he preferred it this way. He glanced up at the party -- it buzzed and flowed, people talking and chattering, conniving and schmoozing with one another in the great game of politics. Only in Egypt would you get such a flurry of culture. Some patrons were already drunk, some starting to kiss and fondle one another by the sides and behind pillars. It was all so...busy. But it wasn't unique. Akhenaten had been to a thousand parties like this before, so it just dulled away into the back of his mind. So that his only focus was on Ipy. Her smooth legs like bronze waterways slip-streaming together up to her naval and chest, and then finally up to her breasts that reflected the torch light right down into their cavity. Akhenaten had to stop looking. "The Pharaoh was most impressed with your dance I believe. How did you conceive such movements, that would tell his story so well?"
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Post by Lilystar88 on Feb 27, 2018 18:23:20 GMT -5
Lilystar88 (Nurse??) Ipy let out a melodious chuckle, much like the sound of a bell. The voice had clicked and she now found this encounter amusing. "I ay attention, I suppose. If you study a person you can tell their story with ease." Her voice trailed off as she took a sip of her wine. When she finished her lips curled into a sly smile. "Some are more interesting to tell... Pharaoh." She whispered the last word. "Why the facade?" [[Midwife ^u^]] Akhenaten lips slipped into a wide smile, he looked down. Thankfully, the light was too low for her to see the tinge of blush that came to his face as he discovered her identity. Once he looked back up and saw her eyes again, he entertained the idea of telling her the truth for a while. It wasn't an uncommon thing for him to do. In fact, Akhenaten told the truth as much as he possibly could, which was why all his statues looked like him, and he'd been honest about the pantheon being false except for Aten. But did he dare tell her that he found her...compelling, and that was why he sought her out? He might've, if it didn't compromise her safety. So he told her something more...compassionate, than the truth -- which was that Nefertiti would've killed her if she'd been seen publicly with him. "I simply wished to know the truth of how you were able to dance out some of the more...private aspects of my life," he said smoothly, his voice deep and rich like coffee from lands to the east, saturated in cream from healthy, grass fed cows. And while Akhenaten's body was never one to look at, his eyes were shapely and large -- and although there were more age lines around them now than there were twenty years ago, they still held orbs of chestnut brown that could look right into anyone's soul, and would bear his own soul to anyone who looked into them too.
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