@Frettzo Quick question about Sarias' new Nature Domain: How wide does it cover? Do you intend on mostly protecting the living natural world (plants, animals, etc) or does it expand to non-living nature like landscapes? I'm trying to figure out how much Saries would care about/be able to influence other nature-based domains like Water or Earth.
Saries' Nature domain focuses on living beings rather than inanimate things like landscapes. It would be able to influence the creatures living within and on the Earth and Water, etc, but it wouldn't be able to influence the Earth or Water directly. Saries doesn't care much about what happens to the land as long as its progeny is able to carry on living.
I'm sure Khthon can find a reason or two to be pissed at Saries, especially after its Progeny start to delve into the depths and mark their territory down there lol
The Primordial Beast Saries says no words, sings no songs, and writes no poems. It might never say so, but It holds domain over the concepts of Life and Nature.
Life and Nature are the most sacred things on this World and it is Saries’ duty to both witness all there is, and to safeguard it and Its innumerable descendants from the filth brought forth by the other God-Beasts. As the protector of all that is natural and wild, it is not uncommon to see shrines to Saries in wild lands, erected by mortals who seek Saries’ protection and blessing.
Appearance:
No matter the form It chooses to take at any given time, Saries always glows akin to a bright night sky, Its form dotted with minuscule glittering lights and colours in what seems to be a mimicry of the beauty of space.
That said, It usually takes a glorious Great Canine form. With a long snout, sharp canines the length of knives, shiny fur, intelligent piercing eyes, and large expressive ears and tail.
Motivation:
Nature is sacred. Life is sacred. Instincts are sacred. These facts are essential truths of the World, and it is Saries’ instinct to protect and guard that which It considers sacred.
The striking wings of a scarlet macaw, the silver pelt of an old wolf, the wriggling of a newborn kitten… These are all deeply sacred things born from Saries which must be protected and nurtured so that they may grow as they were destined to in nature, free from the perversion of other God-Beasts who seek nothing more than to corrupt and steal the Small Things' futures.
Saries tirelessly patrols the Wilds of the World, filling them with Its progeny, new and old, and making them a much harsher environment for those that have found themselves disconnected from nature.
Everything that Saries does is guided by Its own instincts. Just like Its progeny, Saries eats, drinks, sleeps, mates, and grieves. It travels from place to place and makes friends and enemies, It succeeds and It fails. It is both the exalted Progenitor of all Alive, and also just another creature searching for its place in the World.
Roleplay Example:
Years of study and training, all for this moment.
Years of stress and self-doubt, of isolation and loneliness, all gone.
Before her stood the Exalted One, as tall as three of her kind, with thick, soft fur made of the stuff of stars and coloured like the purest and brightest of night skies.
Its eyes, piercing and striking like the full moon, trained upon her naked form.
She shivered. It was cold. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, something that caused the Exalted One’s eyes to soften. It relaxed Its posture. At first a little, then a lot, until finally It dropped Its head low enough to be on eye level with her.
It did not speak, yet deep down she knew what It meant to say. It was saying her name. Leanne, said the wind caressing Its fur. Leanne, said the grass trampled under Its paws. Leanne, said Its eyes, shortly before It closed them and gently bumped Its head against her chest.
She’d studied and prepared for this moment all of her life. She had known in advance how it would go and what would happen, but actually living the moment was completely different. No amount of mentorship, or testing, or prayer, could have truly prepared her for it.
She let go of her thoughts, one by one, until all that was left was her heart.
She wrapped her arms around the Exalted One’s head and nuzzled her face into the fur behind one of Its ears, and then she cried.
“Thank you, Sarias… Thank you for choosing me…” Leanne sobbed. “I promise. I’ll be yours, now and forever… Your voice, your hands, your friend... We are now one.”
With the words spoken, it was as if the night sky itself came down to meet with Leanne. A whirlwind of star dust came from the heavens and wrapped itself around Leanne’s naked body, eventually coalescing into something resembling the ceremonial garb that her ancestors had once worn - Only, whereas her ancestors’ garbs were all unique and wonderful, hers was almost entirely featureless and drab. It only took a single look from Sarias for Leanne to understand.
She was meant to make it her own, to add and take from it as her heart saw fit. She was meant to give it a life of its own. It would be a physical expression of the growth of her heart throughout the years, and Sarias would be watching with bated breath every single time that she made a change to it.
The garb would be their joint life project.
Availability:
I have a busy work schedule, so my availability is normally quite limited even without taking overtime. I can commit to 1x Post per 8-day period, though.
The Primordial Beast Saries says no words, sings no songs, and writes no poems. It might never say so, but It holds domain over the concepts of Life and Nature.
Life and Nature are the most sacred things on this World and it is Saries’ duty to both witness all there is, and to safeguard it and Its innumerable descendants from the filth brought forth by the other God-Beasts. As the protector of all that is natural and wild, it is not uncommon to see shrines to Saries in wild lands, erected by mortals who seek Saries’ protection and blessing.
Appearance:
No matter the form It chooses to take at any given time, Saries always glows akin to a bright night sky, Its form dotted with minuscule glittering lights and colours in what seems to be a mimicry of the beauty of space.
That said, It usually takes a glorious Great Canine form. With a long snout, sharp canines the length of knives, shiny fur, intelligent piercing eyes, and large expressive ears and tail.
Motivation:
Nature is sacred. Life is sacred. Instincts are sacred. These facts are essential truths of the World, and it is Saries’ instinct to protect and guard that which It considers sacred.
The striking wings of a scarlet macaw, the silver pelt of an old wolf, the wriggling of a newborn kitten… These are all deeply sacred things born from Saries which must be protected and nurtured so that they may grow as they were destined to in nature, free from the perversion of other God-Beasts who seek nothing more than to corrupt and steal the Small Things' futures.
Saries tirelessly patrols the Wilds of the World, filling them with Its progeny, new and old, and making them a much harsher environment for those that have found themselves disconnected from nature.
Everything that Saries does is guided by Its own instincts. Just like Its progeny, Saries eats, drinks, sleeps, mates, and grieves. It travels from place to place and makes friends and enemies, It succeeds and It fails. It is both the exalted Progenitor of all Alive, and also just another creature searching for its place in the World.
Roleplay Example:
Years of study and training, all for this moment.
Years of stress and self-doubt, of isolation and loneliness, all gone.
Before her stood the Exalted One, as tall as three of her kind, with thick, soft fur made of the stuff of stars and coloured like the purest and brightest of night skies.
Its eyes, piercing and striking like the full moon, trained upon her naked form.
She shivered. It was cold. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, something that caused the Exalted One’s eyes to soften. It relaxed Its posture. At first a little, then a lot, until finally It dropped Its head low enough to be on eye level with her.
It did not speak, yet deep down she knew what It meant to say. It was saying her name. Leanne, said the wind caressing Its fur. Leanne, said the grass trampled under Its paws. Leanne, said Its eyes, shortly before It closed them and gently bumped Its head against her chest.
She’d studied and prepared for this moment all of her life. She had known in advance how it would go and what would happen, but actually living the moment was completely different. No amount of mentorship, or testing, or prayer, could have truly prepared her for it.
She let go of her thoughts, one by one, until all that was left was her heart.
She wrapped her arms around the Exalted One’s head and nuzzled her face into the fur behind one of Its ears, and then she cried.
“Thank you, Sarias… Thank you for choosing me…” Leanne sobbed. “I promise. I’ll be yours, now and forever… Your voice, your hands, your friend... We are now one.”
With the words spoken, it was as if the night sky itself came down to meet with Leanne. A whirlwind of star dust came from the heavens and wrapped itself around Leanne’s naked body, eventually coalescing into something resembling the ceremonial garb that her ancestors had once worn - Only, whereas her ancestors’ garbs were all unique and wonderful, hers was almost entirely featureless and drab. It only took a single look from Sarias for Leanne to understand.
She was meant to make it her own, to add and take from it as her heart saw fit. She was meant to give it a life of its own. It would be a physical expression of the growth of her heart throughout the years, and Sarias would be watching with bated breath every single time that she made a change to it.
The garb would be their joint life project.
Availability:
I have a busy work schedule, so my availability is normally quite limited even without taking overtime. I can commit to 1x Post per 8-day period, though.
Ohhhhh another nature god! First one since Khthon (Earth) and Orranoth (Sky) too if I'm not mistaken! Very excited to see all of them interact, they all seem to have very different attitudes, so it ought to be fun ^_^
Yeah im deffo looking forward to this - I've never written a character like Saries so its exciting
I do imagine the potential for interaction with Saries will be somewhat low until mortals appear, due to not having a caretaker who can speak for it till then
The Primordial Beast Saries says no words, sings no songs, and writes no poems. It might never say so, but It holds domain over the concepts of Beasts and Beauty.
There is an unending beauty in nature, and it is Saries’ duty to both witness it all and to safeguard it and Its innumerable descendants from the filth brought forth by the other God-Beasts. As the protector of all that is natural and all that follows its instincts, it is not uncommon to see shrines to Saries in wild lands, erected by mortals who seek Saries’ protection and blessing.
Appearance:
No matter the form It chooses to take at any given time, Saries always glows akin to a bright night sky, Its form dotted with minuscule glittering lights and colours in what seems to be a mimicry of the beauty of space.
That said, It usually takes a glorious Great Canine form. With a long snout, sharp canines the length of knives, shiny fur, intelligent piercing eyes, and large expressive ears and tail.
Motivation:
That which is sacred is beautiful.
Nature is sacred. Instincts are sacred. These two facts are essential truths of the World, and it is Saries’ instinct to protect and guard that which It finds beautiful.
The striking wings of a scarlet macaw, the silver pelt of an old wolf, the wriggling of a newborn kitten… These are all deeply beautiful things born from Saries which must be protected and nurtured so that they may grow as they were destined to in nature, free from the perversion of other God-Beasts.
It tirelessly patrols the Wilds of the World, filling them with Its progeny, new and old, and making them a much harsher environment for those that have found themselves disconnected from nature, be it by choice or not.
Everything that Saries does is guided by Its own instincts. Just like Its progeny, Saries eats, drinks, sleeps, mates, and grieves. It travels from place to place and makes friends and enemies, It succeeds and It fails. It is both the exalted Progenitor of all Beasts, and also just another beast searching for its place in the World.
Roleplay Example:
Years of study and training, all for this moment!
Years of stress and self-doubt, of isolation and loneliness, all gone.
Before her stood the Exalted One, as tall as three of her kind, with thick, soft fur made of the stuff of stars and coloured like the purest and brightest of night skies.
Its eyes, piercing and striking like the full moon, trained upon her naked form.
She shivered. It was cold. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, something that caused the Exalted One’s eyes to soften. It relaxed Its posture. At first a little, then a lot, until finally It dropped Its head low enough to be on eye level with her.
It did not speak, yet deep down she knew what It meant to say. It was saying her name. Leanne, said the wind caressing Its fur. Leanne, said the grass trampled under Its paws. Leanne, said Its eyes, shortly before It closed them and gently bumped Its head against her chest.
She’d studied and prepared for this moment all of her life. She had known in advance how it would go and what would happen, but actually living the moment was completely different. No amount of mentorship, or testing, or prayer, could have truly prepared her for it.
She let go of her thoughts, one by one, until all that was left was her heart.
She wrapped her arms around the Exalted One’s head and nuzzled her face into the fur behind one of Its ears, and then she cried.
“Thank you, Sarias… Thank you for choosing me…” Leanne sobbed. “I promise. I’ll be yours, now and forever… Your voice, your hands, your friend... We are now one.”
With the words spoken, it was as if the night sky itself came down to meet with Leanne. A whirlwind of star dust came from the heavens and wrapped itself around Leanne’s naked body, eventually coalescing into something resembling the ceremonial garb that her ancestors had once worn - Only, whereas her ancestors’ garbs were all unique and wonderful, hers was almost entirely featureless and drab. It only took a single look from Sarias for Leanne to understand.
She was meant to make it her own, to add and take from it as her heart saw fit. She was meant to make it beautiful. It would be a physical expression of the growth of her heart throughout the years, and Sarias would be watching with bated breath every single time that she made a change to it.
The garb would be their joint life project.
Availability:
I have a busy work schedule, so my availability is normally quite limited even without taking overtime. I can commit to 1x Post per 8-day period, though.
God Concept:Discovery and Eminence - Excelsis is a vainglorious but curious god. He sees sparks of greatness in mortalkind and wishes nothing more than to see those sparks burn bright above the metaphorical muck. Doing so requires catalysts in the form of trials and tribulations. Excelsis is not shy about throwing these challenges at the sparks if he has to. At the same time, he will bless those with a spark to overcome said challenges as well.
Discovery, as he sees it, is the greatest of the paths of glory because he himself is on it. Discovery is venturing forth and pulling the unknown into the known. Of course, for a god like Exclesis, the scale and the stakes of such a discovery must be high. He cares little for petty secrets held by mortals.
Appearance: Excelsis looks like a big, strong, elder man, half-dressed in a toga with sandals. He has a belt from which hang a multitude of scrolls containing divine discoveries that he has deemed worthy to pen down. His eyes, golden and always glowing, are framed by the golden laurel of victory upon his brow. He holds a staff-like contraption topped by what looks like an orrery and surrounded by an endless number of lenses of a multitude of colors.
Motivation: The true desire Excelsis has is that he wants to understand the full, fundamental cosmic mechanism of reality. For he would make a poor god of gods with such knowledge. He wants to discover and understand every part of it, but he knows he cannot do it alone. The senses of even a god are limited. So he inspires greatness in others. Those others of eminence, he believes, will reveal an infinitesimal fraction of the inner workings of the universe to him.
Excelsis is a god who will challenge and bless you in the same breath. He will fight you and aid you, just to see you burn as bright as you can. But be careful. He is not a god who cherishes you. He cares not for the happily ever after. In his flames you will burn hard and fast and bright but he will not care for you once you’re turned to ash.
Roleplay Example:
The night was warm and pleasant. A soft sea wind blew through the open windows, letting the light curtains dance as shadows. Everything was quiet. There was not even a dog barking outside in the city. Yet the king couldn’t sleep. He was sitting upright. His young, beautiful wife lay asleep beside him. Excelsis could sense that she was pregnant already. It would be a son. He would be strong. A worthy heir. The king didn’t know it yet. His mind was occupied with something else. The god didn’t need to peer into his head to know what it was. All men who thought of maps and pawns had the same restless look in their eyes at night.
“Step forward.”
Excelsis’ voice was barely a whisper but it was enough to convince the king. He stepped out of bed and stepped forward. The next thing he knew he was standing in his war hall. A crudely drawn map of his kingdom’s borders lay before him on a table, filled with pawns. Torches lit the room in a golden hue. The god of eminence stepped from the shadows into the torchlight. He had taken the shape of a human. A forlorn friend who was serving as a warrior now. The real man was asleep in a tent somewhere far. He would die in a week by a spear and he would live in memory for a century. “We must strike soon.” The god said.
“Where?” The king asked, both suspicious at the sudden appearance of an almost forgotten friend and seduced by the promise of glory.
“Here.” Excelsis’ moved a single pawn from one side of the map to the other.
The god saw something flash within the mind of the king. It was the moment when a spark turned into a flame. He smiled for only a moment. For the king something great had happened. Everything fell into place, every doubt and question about the audacious plan faded like morning mist before the sun. The war he wanted, he needed, could be won.
~73 days later~
An old king knelt before a boy king. A throne room was filled with the roars of victory. As a regal falcon the god looked from a nearby tree. Again, he did not need to peer into the mind of the young king. He saw the gleam in his eyes. One throne, one crown, would not be enough.
Availability: Monday and Tuesday I won’t be available for much. Beyond that, I should be able to get a post in once or twice a week.
Experience: It’s been about a year since I last played play-by-post. Before then I’ve got about 8 years of experience. I’ve also joined, I believe, 4 iterations of Divinus, the God RP, before.
Alright, since we have several interested parties and I have been asked by two people on whether I will make a Discord or not, I will put it to vote on whether it will happen or not.
As for the CSes that have been posted recently, I would like to give a chance to the people that signaled their interest earlier to post their sheet before considering the newer ones. Thanks for your attention to this matter.
I voted the wrong thing :/ I meant to Abstain but clicked on Yes instead
It was the early morning of a day in the latter days of the season of Plenty. Sunlight painted the land a deep orange, and a humid breeze caressed Shahari’s body as she lay on her favourite Chill-out Stone.
It was a bit stressful lately - Shahari had never been trained to do the stuff that she had been forced to do whilst living in Thysia. Back home, she had only ever known a single Chief and a single people, but now? Foreign chieftains, kings, dukes, counts… Important people of all kinds, really, were a very common sight in the Suneater’s palace.
And Shahari was expected to know each of their names, legacies, and troubles before even meeting them.
She ruminated. Thoughts on her ongoing education, thoughts on her Promised’s increasingly cold disposition, and finally thoughts on the troubling lack of news from home.
As if on cue, a familiar scent wafted up to Shahari’s nose. The smell of frankincense. She perked up immediately and propped herself up by her elbows.
“Haz!”
Shahari scanned her surroundings, eyes wide like saucers. Grass, tall grass, palm trees, sand, dirt… And a minuscule bird of colourful feathers perched upon a blade of tall grass. A-ha!
“Haz is happy to see Shah’s nose is still as keen as the day she left us.” A masculine voice came from the bird.
“Shah is happy to hear Haz’s voice. Shah wonders why he came in such a small body this time, though?”
“Shah’s mother requested Haz come in secret - Thysia must not know he is here today. He carries troubling news, unfortunately.”
Shahari bit her lip, but nodded after a moment. “Ok. What news?”
“We have lost track of nearly all the Panthera Clan branches who’d settled outside of the Sacred Plains. Shah’s mother believes the Pantheras are being targeted by something malicious.” Haz’s upbeat tone had now disappeared and was now monotone as always.
Shahari, on the other hand, felt her heart race. ‘Lost track’ does not necessarily mean anything bad happened to them - Just that letters were not being answered. Maybe they’d moved homes and had forgotten to notify Shahari’s father? But for all branch families as well as active travellers to do so…
Shahari’s relaxation time now ruined, she sat up all the way and held her hand out. The tiny bird flew to her and perched itself on her finger.
“Thank you.” Haz said.
“Shahari is worried, Haz. What about Shah’s brothers and sisters?”
“Some unaccounted for, unfortunately.”
“Maha?”
“Maha has been missing since the previous season of Plenty.”
A stab to the heart.
“... Muhu?”
The bird shook its head. “Muhu - Same story.”
“What about Teefee?”
“The White Imp was last seen heading towards Sylann.”
“Imp! Haz would still call Teefee that? After all this time?” Shahari shook her hand and forced the bird to take flight. It simply flew onto her head.
“In any case, Haz was sent here to share those news and also to notify Shah of two upcoming events. One, a caravan from the Sacred Plains will be arriving in Thysia in the coming days. It brings with it two guards who will be ensuring your safety. They are twins of the Pardus branch.” Shahari nodded, it would be good to have other people from her homeland around. “And two, a famous tailor has set up shop in Thysia under the name of Blind Outfitters. Shah’s mother suggests she visit in order to consider getting her Wedding attire made. A suggested design will be brought to Shah by her new guards.”
Shahari sighed, but soon enough found herself actually smiling, despite the worrisome news. Things were about to get busy - She didn’t mind busy.
II
A mere step behind Shahari and to her right was Jaa, a Leopard-kin male built like a Black Prowler - That is to say, taller than Shahari by at least two heads and as thick as two of her, not to mention solid like a wall. And to her left was Raa, Jaa’s female twin, who was built more like one would expect of a Leopard-kin. She was equally tall, but whereas Jaa was thick and strong, Raa was slender and graceful. This difference was made even more evident by the equipment each of them carried. While Jaa opted to be clad head-to-toe in Sacred Runegear made of the leathers and cursed bones of ancient Things, Raa chose to dress in light cloths and forego most types of weaponry, instead relying on her claws and fangs.
Shahari had seen the both of them in sparring sessions with both one another and with some of her Promised’s retainers. Safe to say, the palace’s training grounds were now undergoing repairs.
And so it was those two guards of Shahari that followed her as she walked down Flight Avenue in the lower areas of Sun Market. Shahari did her best to remain dignified, as taught to her in her lessons, but the sheer hustle and bustle of the Marketplace was always enough to make Shahari go a little bit haywire. She struggled to keep her darting eyes and ears under control and her tail betrayed her excitement at every sudden development, sometimes moving so violently that it bumped into one or both of her bodyguards.
Bird-kin flew overhead. Taur-kin jogged past carrying impossible loads. Sea-kin flowed through the channels on either side of the Avenue. It was hectic, to say the least.
Shahari liked this area of Thysia.
It wasn’t long until the trio reached an unassuming building. The front door was wide open and a sign was nailed to the facade.
“Bul… End… Outfeet.” Shahari read the text aloud, finishing with a proud huff. “This is it! See? Shah told Jaa and Raa that she knows her way around Thysia!”
“Swear.” Growled Jaa.
“Shah swears.” Raa said with a smirk. “It only took Shah two hours to bring the group here.”
Shahari rolled her eyes. “Shah is not used to daytime exploring, okay? Okay. Group goes in now.”
III
It had been a few days now since the group had left Thysia. Shah’s Promised had allowed her entourage to leave the city on the condition that she allowed a number of his personal guards to accompany her. He could not risk allowing a bride of his to travel, unguarded, to what most in Thysia considered to be a den of debauchery and xenophobia.
The boat they rode on was strange. It used a mixture of Goblin technology from the faraway land of Tricity as well as a wooden frame crafted by none other than Shu…. Shuhb… Shuebhurting? Shah shook her head. Octo-kin and their weird names were one of her banes.
…
It was warm. Too warm. Shahari was sticky and her hair hadn’t been washed since they left Thysia.
She kicked the thin sheet that had been covering her body and huffed as she felt the fabric rip and give way to her claws.
The sheet wasn’t the only thing responsible for the warmth in her room, though - There two other large problems. And she had one of them on each side.
As if on cue, the massive Leopard-kin to her left squeezed himself ever closer to her and the slender leopard-kin to her right snuggled Shahari even tighter, arms and legs intertwined with each other as if they were practicing combat arts.
It was far too hot on that boat, on that day, for her two bodyguards to be acting like spoiled kitties!
“AH!” She shouted and shook herself free of the two oversized cats. “Shah’s not a teddy!!” Shahari hissed and slapped the two groggy leopards several times before jumping off the bed and out onto the deck.
IV
THUMP
A wooden counter creaked under Jaa’s fist.
“The group only came here because of Manager’s reputation, Manager’s apprentice-”
“Gave you the wrong information. We don’t serve your kind here.”
Shahari could swear she was almost able to lick the tension in the room - It was that thick. It was also very endearing to see Jaa worked up and upset on her behalf. So she didn’t intervene.
While the Leopard-kin bodyguard and the human tailor stared each other down, Raa grabbed the tablet detailing the design of Shah’s wedding dress and put it away.
“If Manager is unwilling to take our commission, can he point the group to a place that will?”
“Hah, only one crazy enough to take your commission on - Arpuum. He’ll make you whatever you want.” The shopkeep rolled his eyes.
Jaa growled, but as soon as he broke eye contact, the shopkeep muttered under his breath.
“Savages.”
Time froze. Shahari grimaced as she remembered what happened to the last human that had insulted her kind in front of Jaa.
But both Shahari and Raa let out a sigh of relief as Jaa merely scratched the shop counter as he took his hand off it. It was a very deep scratch, it would be impossible to fix.
The trio walked out of the store, and by the time the shopkeep recovered from the terror inflicted by the look Jaa had given him, he ran out after them. He found no trace of the three cats, instead only meeting the worried gazes of dozens of pedestrians.
“T-That was an expensive counter! I’m reporting you!”
V
Jaa walked in front of Shah and placed a stepstool right against the counter. Then, helped by Raa, the Panthera Princess stepped up onto the stepstool and came to eye level with the owner behind the counter. It was a middle aged human woman and if her facial expression was to be trusted, she was already awestruck by Shahari’s regal magnificence. She huffed proudly.
“I, Shahari al-Khamisah Amirah lil-Namur, also known as Shahari al-Fuhud, Shahari Panthera, and Shah, would be honoured if you would offer her, a-hem, me, a room to spend the next few days in. One with a large, cool bed.”
Shahari watched the innkeeper expectantly. The woman’s expression went from the heights of adoration to what could now be understood to be concern.
“A girl as young as you - Are you sure you, uh, you and this gentleman…” She glanced at Jaa, who blinked back at her.
“We share a bed, yes. Shah, Jaa, and Raa. All three at the same time, every night.” Shahari nodded. The woman, flustered, turned around to look for a key to a room large enough for the three of them.
Shahari was slapped on the lower back by Raa’s tail, who threw her a sideways glance.
When the innkeeped turned back around and handed Shah the key to their room, she grinned. “Shah has not mated with her bodyguards. She, uh, I… We? We of the Panthera Clan share beds for tradition and comfort. Besides, I have been given to the Su-aah?!” Shahari gasped as she was grabbed by Raa and the two started making their way upstairs.
“Looks like it’s time for bed. Jaa thanks the Owner for her hospitality. Please charge the group two times the usual amount for its stay - it is a matter of pride for the Panthera Clan. The group will pay in gold. Goodnight.” Jaa nodded and followed after his sister and master.
Later, in their bedroom and after a nice and long session of group grooming, Shahari was lectured on the importance of subtlety.
Shah receives news about the disappearance of many members of her family, then is told to start thinking of getting her wedding dress made. She ends up going all the way to Sylann to try and find a decent place to commission her dress from, but keeps getting turned away for whatever reason. She alongside her two bodyguards end up staying at a random inn somewhere close to the Northbound docks.
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