While he has been away for what seemed an eternity, Munir scanned the newspaper while fiddling with a honeyed fig. The golden honey syrup dripped slowed down the side of the fruit, and landed on one of the cushions that Munir was resting on. With an annoyed "tsk", Munir tried to smear the sweet liquid off the velvet cushion. When his effort failed, he sighed and stood from where he was resting. Tossing the stem of the fig into bowl, Munir straightened himself up and decided his course of action for the day.
Walking by the sanded cages where his pets are kept, he opened a little latch on the top and dropped in some grasshoppers. "Haven't fed you guys in a while, enjoy the hunt and the meal, my beauties..." He whispered towards the cage. Closing the latch, he opened the door and addressed his servant, "Ready my horse and bow, I'm going hunting." The servant nodded quickly and paced off down the corridor. Munir then made his way towards the gathering location of the hunting part.
Interactions: Minimal, trying to stay as incognito as possible for now.
As the group arrived at the gates of Goeta, Haron stayed towards the back of the group. The hood of his cloak pulled tight over his head and face in order to conceal his identity as much as possible. Haron remained quiet as the demon Farfa introduced himself to the guards at the gate.
At the mention of selling the humans to some sort of highest bidder made, Haron shuddered and cowered away further. He listened to the rest of the group banter about, not having gained access into the town yet.
The rain sure was coming down hard, thank goodness he has his cloak so he can stay as dry as possible in these god-awful conditions.
❏ BIRTHPLACE: Born in Vitas, was sent to a local magician's guild shortly after the discovery of his arcana
❏ CASTE: Commoner
❏ AFFILIATIONS: The Magician's Guild
❏ GOALS: To grow his powers and to learn the extent of the world
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TALENTS: ◆ Cooking ◆ Learning/picking up new things ◆ Blending in with the crowd
EQUIPMENT: ◆ A field journal, filled with runes, figures, and various notes ◆ Bag of general items ◆ A small shiv for self-defense
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A man of average height and average build. There is nothing that particularly stands out from Haron, other than his kind eyes and easy smile. His hair is an ashy grey, usually kept on the short-to-medium side. There are not discerning markings, be it tattoos or scars, on his body. The ones that raised him took great care to ensure that his outer appearance and clothing made it easy for him to blend into a crowd.
Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Refreshing. While he can be oblivious to the world around him at times, he usually has the best of intentions when he is moved to act. He thinks the best of people, first and foremost. That is not to say he does not have a temper, he is just very hard to anger. Growing up in a very sheltered environment, he does not yet know the cruelness of the worlds. The people that raised him knows that they cannot protect him forever, and hopes that he can travel the world and learn of it's depths.
Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The World
Haron has basic knowledge of his arcana, The World. he can gather, and transform earthen material to form rudimentary walls and barriers at a moment's notice. If given enough time and allowed to focus, he can create dummy figures that have very limited range of motion and autonomy to them. Offensively, he can move stones and earth as projectiles to attack.
Minor:
Eight of Pentacles: A pendant he was given by the folks that raised him. The pendant itself is quite unassuming, made of low quality gold and studded with a gemstone that has obvious impurities. However, it's effects is such that it can shield it's wielder from view to the naked eye. If the wielder was to be magically targeted, they would appear as a translucent shimmer of a undetermined shape while under the effects of this tool.
❏ BIRTHPLACE: Born in Vitas, was sent to a local magician's guild shortly after the discovery of his arcana
❏ CASTE: Commoner
❏ AFFILIATIONS: The Magician's Guild
❏ GOALS: To grow his powers and to learn the extent of the world
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TALENTS: ◆ Cooking ◆ Learning/picking up new things ◆ Blending in with the crowd
EQUIPMENT: ◆ A field journal, filled with runes, figures, and various notes ◆ Bag of general items ◆ A small shiv for self-defense
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A man of average height and average build. There is nothing that particularly stands out from Haron, other than his kind eyes and easy smile. His hair is an ashy grey, usually kept on the short-to-medium side. There are not discerning markings, be it tattoos or scars, on his body. The ones that raised him took great care to ensure that his outer appearance and clothing made it easy for him to blend into a crowd.
Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Refreshing. While he can be oblivious to the world around him at times, he usually has the best of intentions when he is moved to act. He thinks the best of people, first and foremost. That is not to say he does not have a temper, he is just very hard to anger. Growing up in a very sheltered environment, he does not yet know the cruelness of the worlds. The people that raised him knows that they cannot protect him forever, and hopes that he can travel the world and learn of it's depths.
Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The World
Haron has basic knowledge of his arcana, The World. he can gather, and transform earthen material to form rudimentary walls and barriers at a moment's notice. If given enough time and allowed to focus, he can create dummy figures that have very limited range of motion and autonomy to them. Offensively, he can move stones and earth as projectiles to attack.
Minor:
Eight of Pentacles: A pendant he was given by the folks that raised him. The pendant itself is quite unassuming, made of low quality gold and studded with a gemstone that has obvious impurities. However, it's effects is such that it can shield it's wielder from view to the naked eye. If the wielder was to be magically targeted, they would appear as a translucent shimmer of a undetermined shape while under the effects of this tool.
The night had carried on. Dancing, flirting, touching, whispering. All the things Munir enjoy doing on a regular basis. Oh and of course imbibing in the myriad of cocktails available to them. Sure, Munir was used to drinking but it was never with this sort of abandon. Many glasses of wine, champagne, and more wine were consumed. However, there was just one slightly green drink. Just one Noble's Venom.
At first, Munir felt overwhelmingly energized. Like he wanted and could run from where he was all the way back to Alidasht just to catch the sunrise. The sweetness of the drink seemed to fill him with vigor. With Callum and Anastasia, he ran, danced, joked around. It seemed like the party would never end.
But of course it does. And End it did.
First, Munir felt extremely fatigued. More than he has ever felt. He chalked it up to the day finally catching up with him. He was at the ball, then only had the briefest respite before he was roused and made his way to this party. All the drinking, and moving about, surely did not help. But this was a fatigue unlike any other. He looked around the party, and everything seemed to spin. Callum was nowhere to be found, neither was Anastasia for the moment. Just where was he, even? He breathed in deep and exhaled, trying his best to maintain his composure. He tried to seek out a glass of water in the hopes of washing away the nauseating taste in his mouth, but alas no luck. He walked on what he thought were steady steps but in reality was nothing more than quaking knees. His footsteps were so unsteady at this point and simply crashed against a wall and slumped down into a stool.
Then the nightmares really began.
Munir could vaguely make out the shape of another person next to him but his mind was too clouded at this point to care. All he heard, and saw, were the pointed fingers and sharp tongues of the Alidashtian people.
"Look at him? Such a lecherous little beast. Ungraceful, inelegant. Him? A future ruler? I'd rather be face-down in a ditch in the Street of Sisters than be ruled by him. Why can't he be more like his brother Amir? Regal, powerful, becoming. Instead, we're left with this heap of shit. This heap of wine-loving, woman-wasting, good-for-nothing shit. Good Gods where did the sultan go wrong? All his years of rule and just service and he gets this. So sad. He would never be good enough. All the women he has been with? Ha. He was never man enough to satisfy them. All the boasting he does is just to boost his ego. Is he even a man? He simply will never be good enough for anything. He is the epitome of disappointment. His father only tolerates him. He doesn't love him, so I've heard. He just isn't good enough."
Fingers kept pointing, voices kept jeering...
Everything Munir had consumed welled back up. He dry-heaved a few times. He tried to forcibly choke down the feeling of vomit. But in the end, he was weak, just like they all said he was. He had enough wherewithal to turn away from the human figure next to him and expelled the contents of his stomach. An acrid mix of wine, ale, bits of food, stomach acid, bile and whatever remnants of the Noble's Venom all came rushing back out. The stream of that awful mixture was quite steady for a moment. It was as if his body rebelled and took control. It was not until his stomach had emptied itself of its contents did he stop.
Munir took a few deep breathes, and the aftertaste was not any better. He heaved slightly before slinking down for a moment. That moment was all he need to gather his mind enough to have all the things he saw and heard come back and hit him like a caravan of camels. It broke him. Through the exhaustion and tears, he simply leaned to his left and started sobbing...
The person, as Munir would discover, was Anastasia. Not that it mattered to him in this moment...
"Aw for fuck sakes. Is this bitch soft in the head? Thats not why I want to ge-" Munir thought to himself. He was just trying to get on her brother's good side in order to get into her sheets. Now she is openly asking if he was gay? Not what he was planning. Alas, he decided to turn a disaster into an potential opportunity. He was not going to fail in his mission...
He smiled at Anastasia, as she was calling out her questions to Callum. He moved her hand from his cheek, gave it a soft kiss before saying "Ah princess. You're too sweet..." before lowering his voice and leaning close to her ear and continuing "So sweet, that I might want to take a bite myself. Don't go stray too far. I'll want to sample your sweetness before night's end." He offered a small bow before turning his attention over to Callum, not noticing he is already under the influence of some sort of concoction.
A servant passed the group by, with a tray carrying a variety of drinks. He grabbed himself a pre-made drink that was green in color, with black tendrils at the bottom of the glass. "Interesting. This must be the Noble's Venom. How fitting..." Munir thought to himself before taking a deep sip of the drink and setting the glass back down on a nearby table. Turning towards Callum, Munir put on his more seductive and charming smile and said airily "Prince Callum Danrose, I have heard of your majesty and dashing looks, and now beholding them in person, one must say that you're awe inspiring... Say, what are your thoughts in doing something more... exotic...? Hm?"
Time: Night time Location: On the deck of the Harem Interactions: @Potter Tigerlily @Helo Nym @princess Helio Equipment: The clothing on his back: A unbuttoned dress shirt of the pirate-y variety, leather breeches, matte black in color, leather boots, in surprisingly good shape. Dagger, borrowed from Tigerlily
Tesoro returned from setting down the plate of food in what used to be Lizzie's quarters. A room he assumed Nym would take over. Thats fine. He is the captain now, and that room is befitting of a captain. Him? It is more likely than not that he sleeps on the deck, under the stars and being caressed by the sea breeze.
Just what he likes anyways. It just feels more free for him.
As Tesoro walked out onto the deck, he heard Nym's plans of sailing for Roshmi. A sound plan. A goof port city to take on more recruits and for the weary crew to enjoy some comforts of 'home' on land before returning to the sea to hunt the one that killed their captain. He walked by Nym, patted him on the shoulder and nodded quickly before walking further away, giving some of the other nameless sailors some simple instructions about tightening the riggings and keeping an weather eye on the horizon. He does not put it past Ardyn to ambush them at night.
He walked up to Helio and Tigerlily and unwrapped the sheathed dagger and held it out to Tigerlily. "Thank you for letting me use this. I'm sorry I barged on you and just took it in the heat of battle. That was not gentlemanly of me. I do apologize." He said in a somber tone.
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