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Is the elf slave accepted?
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Name: Uhl Calad'Alin
Age: 119
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Personality: A duo personality lives within Uhl. While in front of the nobles and other humans, he is unnervingly obedient, polite, and humble. He smiles in front of his masters, and he does everything they ask of him with great haste, efficiency, and quality. From cooking exotic and carnal dishes to scrubbing the walls clean, Uhl does it all.... with style. However, when the shadows set in, Uhl is noticeably grim. In his own scanty quarters of the castle, he keeps parchments written in ancient elvish which depict plans and methods of executing humans. From turning them into pin-cushions to slicing them from the rear to the crown of the head. The young elf is keen on avenging his kin, and while he does not aim for a full-blown revolution yet, he just wants to bring down the guillotine upon the necks of those who dare taint the ground with the blood innocent elves; elves who were dragged into a war that was brought on by the corrupted hearts of men who value nothing more than lust and power.
History: As one of the martial arts prodigies of the Qacian empire, Uhl was extensively trained in the art of combat. He was a skilled warrior who valued honor above all else. As such, when the threat of impending war was upon them, Uhl prayed to the gods that blood would not be stained. In his amazement, the war never happened... That was until the King of the humans broke the pact, and put every warrior elf to the sword. While the warrior elves were trained to die than fail, Uhl knew that he could do more than just needlessly throwing himself into the fray; nothing good would come out of a suicide. When the last bastion of the elves fell to the might of men, Uhl lay down his arms as he surrendered along with his elvish kin. All of them were proud and elite warriors who were put to shame, and disgrace. Their pride was stepped on, spat on, trampled upon, and crushed before their very eyes. Men did things-- horrible things to them. Some of his proud warriors simply vanished slowly as they were sent from one slave master to another. One night, Uhl was close to losing his sanity. He wanted blood, he needed blood to be spilled. He could take on the entire slave house... and along with his warrior kin, they were more than enough. However, one of his friends stopped him. It wasn't the time yet; they had to wait.
Uhl nodded... his hand let go of the blade that he had been grasping so tightly. The days went on... more painful than the last. It seemed as though Uhl would die before avenging his kin, until a nobleman from the castle bought him. He was to be an all-around slave for the monarchy. While Uhl gritted his teeth under such humiliation, he figured that it was better than dying in this hellhole. Bought at only a single piece of gold (the price of his whole existence apparently), Uhl was brought to the castle. In order to shake off bounty hunters from actually finding out that Uhl was an elite warrior, Uhl willfully blinded his left eye to give the impression that he was weak, and incapable of battle. In addition, he made some permanent damages to his right ear (tearing off its cartilage, giving the pointy elvish ear a torn appearance).
There, Uhl learned to wear a mask while in front of royalty. He served the monarchy without question, and although Uhl smiles brightly, the frown behind the shadows reveal a visage of pure hatred and loathing against those heartless bastards that this forsaken land called their leaders.
Crush/ relationship: None.
Other:
Gifted Swordsman and Fighter- As one of the Qacian's elite, Uhl is indeed a warrior to be feared. He has great talents in bladework as well as archery. However, he does know his limits, especially when outnumbered.
Veteran Warrior of the Kitchen- Simply stated, Uhl is a good cook. While he is still adapting to the cuisine and tastes of the weird race known as humans, his cooking is still considered as one of the kingdom's best. However, the head cook takes credit for Uhl's cuisine, mainly because humans are superior to elves apparently.
Trained Medic- When it comes to war, one should not only know how to handle a blade, but to cure a wound as well. Uhl is well-trained in handling herbs and medicines in curing minor wounds, lacerations, and gashes. Amputations and heartaches not included.
Musically Inclined- Elves love music! So does Uhl. Uhl is well-versed in playing the elvish stringed instruments, and as such, he plays and sings for the sick entertainment of those humans whenever there was a celebration. The instruments Uhl has were 'gifts' from his masters. Of course, Uhl fitted these instruments to his liking, and for years, he modified these seemingly harmless instruments of music into instruments of death and decay.
Gopuz Instrument- A stringed instrument. The Gopuz is Uhl's favorite instrument, mainly because the handle hides a short-sword within. Nobody else knows this... yet.
Flute Instrument- A woodwind instrument. The flute is Uhl's choice when his voice is quite hoarse. The flute's handle hides a dagger when pulled out. Nobody knows this... yet.
Name: Uhl Calad'Alin
Age: 119
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Personality: A duo personality lives within Uhl. While in front of the nobles and other humans, he is unnervingly obedient, polite, and humble. He smiles in front of his masters, and he does everything they ask of him with great haste, efficiency, and quality. From cooking exotic and carnal dishes to scrubbing the walls clean, Uhl does it all.... with style. However, when the shadows set in, Uhl is noticeably grim. In his own scanty quarters of the castle, he keeps parchments written in ancient elvish which depict plans and methods of executing humans. From turning them into pin-cushions to slicing them from the rear to the crown of the head. The young elf is keen on avenging his kin, and while he does not aim for a full-blown revolution yet, he just wants to bring down the guillotine upon the necks of those who dare taint the ground with the blood innocent elves; elves who were dragged into a war that was brought on by the corrupted hearts of men who value nothing more than lust and power.
History: As one of the martial arts prodigies of the Qacian empire, Uhl was extensively trained in the art of combat. He was a skilled warrior who valued honor above all else. As such, when the threat of impending war was upon them, Uhl prayed to the gods that blood would not be stained. In his amazement, the war never happened... That was until the King of the humans broke the pact, and put every warrior elf to the sword. While the warrior elves were trained to die than fail, Uhl knew that he could do more than just needlessly throwing himself into the fray; nothing good would come out of a suicide. When the last bastion of the elves fell to the might of men, Uhl lay down his arms as he surrendered along with his elvish kin. All of them were proud and elite warriors who were put to shame, and disgrace. Their pride was stepped on, spat on, trampled upon, and crushed before their very eyes. Men did things-- horrible things to them. Some of his proud warriors simply vanished slowly as they were sent from one slave master to another. One night, Uhl was close to losing his sanity. He wanted blood, he needed blood to be spilled. He could take on the entire slave house... and along with his warrior kin, they were more than enough. However, one of his friends stopped him. It wasn't the time yet; they had to wait.
Uhl nodded... his hand let go of the blade that he had been grasping so tightly. The days went on... more painful than the last. It seemed as though Uhl would die before avenging his kin, until a nobleman from the castle bought him. He was to be an all-around slave for the monarchy. While Uhl gritted his teeth under such humiliation, he figured that it was better than dying in this hellhole. Bought at only a single piece of gold (the price of his whole existence apparently), Uhl was brought to the castle. In order to shake off bounty hunters from actually finding out that Uhl was an elite warrior, Uhl willfully blinded his left eye to give the impression that he was weak, and incapable of battle. In addition, he made some permanent damages to his right ear (tearing off its cartilage, giving the pointy elvish ear a torn appearance).
There, Uhl learned to wear a mask while in front of royalty. He served the monarchy without question, and although Uhl smiles brightly, the frown behind the shadows reveal a visage of pure hatred and loathing against those heartless bastards that this forsaken land called their leaders.
Crush/ relationship: None.
Other:
Gifted Swordsman and Fighter- As one of the Qacian's elite, Uhl is indeed a warrior to be feared. He has great talents in bladework as well as archery. However, he does know his limits, especially when outnumbered.
Veteran Warrior of the Kitchen- Simply stated, Uhl is a good cook. While he is still adapting to the cuisine and tastes of the weird race known as humans, his cooking is still considered as one of the kingdom's best. However, the head cook takes credit for Uhl's cuisine, mainly because humans are superior to elves apparently.
Trained Medic- When it comes to war, one should not only know how to handle a blade, but to cure a wound as well. Uhl is well-trained in handling herbs and medicines in curing minor wounds, lacerations, and gashes. Amputations and heartaches not included.
Musically Inclined- Elves love music! So does Uhl. Uhl is well-versed in playing the elvish stringed instruments, and as such, he plays and sings for the sick entertainment of those humans whenever there was a celebration. The instruments Uhl has were 'gifts' from his masters. Of course, Uhl fitted these instruments to his liking, and for years, he modified these seemingly harmless instruments of music into instruments of death and decay.
Gopuz Instrument- A stringed instrument. The Gopuz is Uhl's favorite instrument, mainly because the handle hides a short-sword within. Nobody else knows this... yet.
Flute Instrument- A woodwind instrument. The flute is Uhl's choice when his voice is quite hoarse. The flute's handle hides a dagger when pulled out. Nobody knows this... yet.
I can't wait to see our hunters in action :D
Kuro listened intently to Krov's complaints. However, deep inside, he felt something strange. It seemed as though before Priscilla could demonstrate 'something', Kuro had this gut feeling to escape immediately-- almost as if he didn't want to see what was coming. Priscilla's words were ominous at best, and Kuro only wanted to interpret it in the way that his morality would see it fit-- as long as it isn't Necromancy. But... what if Priscilla did mean necromancy? The title of Skull Queen didn't probably just signify that Priscilla could bash skulls in. In a long time, he hadn't seen anyone who has used Necromancy. Was it because they were scared of his distaste or no one was just talented enough? Kuro shivered at the thought of Necromancy, but if Priscilla, an ancient, was the one who did it, then, he had no choice but to accept such abomination and monstrosity.
The vampire shook his head of these thoughts as he regained his focus on Krov's complaint. Kuro nodded gently as Krov finished his litany. "I totally agree with you. Chiyo-chan is indeed very... liberated. I believe that the trials that every vampire faced is no joke. We lived in the shadows, and we are annihilated in the light. However, we cannot let the past chain and trap us. Chiyo-chan is just trying to let you understand that the events in the past are already done, and we cannot change them. Although her method isn't the most decent or effective, it brings out a certain truth: . Instead, we use our past to build our future. Did your loved ones suffer in the past? Then, use that experience to build a future where no one suffers needlessly." Kuro spoke as he sat near Krov. "Believe me when I tell you that I know your pain. Living through different war periods... Nobunaga burning down Enryaku-ji, and slaughtering countless children and women. It was painful to watch, ya know? I watched my loved ones die over and over again for one thousand years. Do you know how painful that is? The malady is maddening, but I didn't let the past chain my future. I decided to live a new undead life."
Kuro nodded his head, standing up and dusting his kimono in the process.
"Chiyo just wanted you to realize that the past ain't that useful now. In fact, it's because of past beliefs that this war even broke out. It's time for a new tradition, Krov. New beginnings, new beliefs. It doesn't matter how much water is inside a cup, if you keep holding it for a long period of time, it's going to get heavier and heavier until you have no choice but to let it go. That goes the same way for our past. If we keep storing it in our system, it's going to weigh us down, and hinder our growth. Ya still got a thousand or more years to live, Krov. Who knows? You might even become an ancient. Do you think you can keep those burdens within you for a millennium? You might be able to, but it will be a rough road ahead." Kuro now turned around, facing the shack. "Don't think too much on Chiyo-chan's jokes. She's just extremely sarcastic, but once you get to know her soft side, you'll realize that she's the most caring person you can find. We're your family now, Krov. It's okay to rely on us, the same way that we would also rely on you."
Kuro closed his eyes as he sniffed in the cold air. "You might wanna go back inside now. Hisako might ask you guys to hunt some humans." Kuro smiled as he slowly walked towards the shack.
Upon arriving there, he saw Greyson and Hisako. Greyson was already in good shape.
"Onee-chan! Good to see ya healthy and blooming! Ya leadin' them to a hunt, Hisako-pyon?"
The vampire shook his head of these thoughts as he regained his focus on Krov's complaint. Kuro nodded gently as Krov finished his litany. "I totally agree with you. Chiyo-chan is indeed very... liberated. I believe that the trials that every vampire faced is no joke. We lived in the shadows, and we are annihilated in the light. However, we cannot let the past chain and trap us. Chiyo-chan is just trying to let you understand that the events in the past are already done, and we cannot change them. Although her method isn't the most decent or effective, it brings out a certain truth: . Instead, we use our past to build our future. Did your loved ones suffer in the past? Then, use that experience to build a future where no one suffers needlessly." Kuro spoke as he sat near Krov. "Believe me when I tell you that I know your pain. Living through different war periods... Nobunaga burning down Enryaku-ji, and slaughtering countless children and women. It was painful to watch, ya know? I watched my loved ones die over and over again for one thousand years. Do you know how painful that is? The malady is maddening, but I didn't let the past chain my future. I decided to live a new undead life."
Kuro nodded his head, standing up and dusting his kimono in the process.
"Chiyo just wanted you to realize that the past ain't that useful now. In fact, it's because of past beliefs that this war even broke out. It's time for a new tradition, Krov. New beginnings, new beliefs. It doesn't matter how much water is inside a cup, if you keep holding it for a long period of time, it's going to get heavier and heavier until you have no choice but to let it go. That goes the same way for our past. If we keep storing it in our system, it's going to weigh us down, and hinder our growth. Ya still got a thousand or more years to live, Krov. Who knows? You might even become an ancient. Do you think you can keep those burdens within you for a millennium? You might be able to, but it will be a rough road ahead." Kuro now turned around, facing the shack. "Don't think too much on Chiyo-chan's jokes. She's just extremely sarcastic, but once you get to know her soft side, you'll realize that she's the most caring person you can find. We're your family now, Krov. It's okay to rely on us, the same way that we would also rely on you."
Kuro closed his eyes as he sniffed in the cold air. "You might wanna go back inside now. Hisako might ask you guys to hunt some humans." Kuro smiled as he slowly walked towards the shack.
Upon arriving there, he saw Greyson and Hisako. Greyson was already in good shape.
"Onee-chan! Good to see ya healthy and blooming! Ya leadin' them to a hunt, Hisako-pyon?"
Weeee! She posted:D I'll be setting up my post soon
Hahaha XD I'll be editing my post then.
Khor was busy adoring the carpeted floor, however, his ears were focused on the conversation. Never in all his years of practicing magic did he experience being trapped in a room which was teeming and oozing with magical energies. When he thought that there would be others, he didn't think it would be some powerful mages. However, the tone that these bastards were using was starting to annoy him. My lady? My king? Pfft. These were the words that made the head of any bastard to inflate; this made their pride swell even more. Back in the forest, there were no Kings or Queens; the ones who ruled were the strongest. This should how the world be... No rulers, just strength. Khor didn't like the idea of a monarchy, mainly because when he experienced the sufferings of others, where were the monarchs? Drinking wine, and having lustful sessions within the secured palace walls? While the people were dying and suffering, where were the monarchs? Sooner or later, Anarchy would be the only cure for this kingdom; Anarchy IS the cure to the world. Khor sighed deeply as he stood up, and turned his eyes to the monarchs as if he could actually see.
"Ya know... I'm quite surprised that ya, Chair-Sitter, would actually know little 'ol me. I guess the forest ain't doin' no secret keeping." Khor chuckled while he clenched his stomach. "Still, 'dis big 'ol hoot nanny gatherin'. Sendin' a friggin' letter to a blind guy... The nerve ye have, Chair-sitter." Khor mumbled as he redirected his attention to the monarchs. "Then again... Ye invitin' such awesome 'n almighty flame throwin', jack spittin', lightning throttlin' bumpkins would be meanin' that ya need some o'dirty deed done." Khor continued as he shrugged his shoulders. "Then again... For you to be placin' yer trust on some random big'o'jack group of fairy-dust wieldin' mages, be meanin' that you've gone desperate, Chair-Man."
Khor nodded his head while he dragged his feet to a nearby wall where he leaned on. "Well. I'm all ears, Chair-boy. Just be sure you ain't plannin' nothin' that might be destroyin' the land further than it already is."
"Ya know... I'm quite surprised that ya, Chair-Sitter, would actually know little 'ol me. I guess the forest ain't doin' no secret keeping." Khor chuckled while he clenched his stomach. "Still, 'dis big 'ol hoot nanny gatherin'. Sendin' a friggin' letter to a blind guy... The nerve ye have, Chair-sitter." Khor mumbled as he redirected his attention to the monarchs. "Then again... Ye invitin' such awesome 'n almighty flame throwin', jack spittin', lightning throttlin' bumpkins would be meanin' that ya need some o'dirty deed done." Khor continued as he shrugged his shoulders. "Then again... For you to be placin' yer trust on some random big'o'jack group of fairy-dust wieldin' mages, be meanin' that you've gone desperate, Chair-Man."
Khor nodded his head while he dragged his feet to a nearby wall where he leaned on. "Well. I'm all ears, Chair-boy. Just be sure you ain't plannin' nothin' that might be destroyin' the land further than it already is."
Plot:
Egypt. It was a wonderful place. I remember the fresh water of the Nile, and the glorious facade of the Pyramids of Giza. The children laughed as they played along the riverbank with those innocent smiles on their faces. I remember it all. I remember the light more clearly because our beloved land is now in chaos. The Ottoman invasion left our people starving, and the violent rule of these oppressors lashed out every hope that my brethren had. As if these weren't enough, the British scums, led by Napoleon Bonaparte, lay siege to our beloved motherland. The clangs of iron, the roars of cannons, and the smell of gunpowder waltzed upon the battlefield of death and decay.
My brothers and sisters were put to the sword and flame; our culture was beginning to die out. Is this the end of our brotherhood? Is this the end of the Assassins of Egypt? No. No. NO! We will fight! Fight fang with fang, fight fire with fire! We will reclaim our land!
ARISE, ASSASSINS OF EGYPT! Raise your voices and seethe your rage, sons of Altair! Draw your sword, draw your bow, fight 'till the end! Drop your arms only when the flag of liberation has been raised upon Upper Egypt! Will you flee and be remembered as cowards, or will you fight and be known as HEROES!?
Onward, assassins! Show these invaders how our brotherhood rages against the dying of the light!
-Amenmeit Shabaka, Mentore Assassin of the Brotherhood of the Nile.
The Brotherhood of the Nile is the assassin sector of Egypt. The former hideout of the Brotherhood was located in Thebes, Upper Egypt. However, with the rise of the invaders, the assassins were driven out towards Lower Egypt where they now reside in the Lower Egypt capital, Memphis. Lower Egypt is heavily underdeveloped, and as such, crime is at an all-time high. To add insult to injury, even with all the poverty in Lower Egypt, the invaders still come and ransack the land.
Now, that the Brotherhood is fighting back, they managed to control multiple areas in Lower Egypt which they now protect against the invaders, and criminals alike. However, vast multitudes of lands still belong either to the rule of Bonaparte or to the Ottomans. The goal of this Brotherhood is to take back their hideout at Thebes, and drive out these invaders from their fair land.... once and for all.
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My brothers and sisters were put to the sword and flame; our culture was beginning to die out. Is this the end of our brotherhood? Is this the end of the Assassins of Egypt? No. No. NO! We will fight! Fight fang with fang, fight fire with fire! We will reclaim our land!
ARISE, ASSASSINS OF EGYPT! Raise your voices and seethe your rage, sons of Altair! Draw your sword, draw your bow, fight 'till the end! Drop your arms only when the flag of liberation has been raised upon Upper Egypt! Will you flee and be remembered as cowards, or will you fight and be known as HEROES!?
Onward, assassins! Show these invaders how our brotherhood rages against the dying of the light!
-Amenmeit Shabaka, Mentore Assassin of the Brotherhood of the Nile.
The Brotherhood of the Nile is the assassin sector of Egypt. The former hideout of the Brotherhood was located in Thebes, Upper Egypt. However, with the rise of the invaders, the assassins were driven out towards Lower Egypt where they now reside in the Lower Egypt capital, Memphis. Lower Egypt is heavily underdeveloped, and as such, crime is at an all-time high. To add insult to injury, even with all the poverty in Lower Egypt, the invaders still come and ransack the land.
Now, that the Brotherhood is fighting back, they managed to control multiple areas in Lower Egypt which they now protect against the invaders, and criminals alike. However, vast multitudes of lands still belong either to the rule of Bonaparte or to the Ottomans. The goal of this Brotherhood is to take back their hideout at Thebes, and drive out these invaders from their fair land.... once and for all.
<WILL ADD IN THE FUTURE>
The young man dragged his feet on the pavement, his eyes were seemingly boring into the guards' when he stood in front of them. It took a good few minutes before the staring contest had come to a standstill. The young man, Khor, reached out his hand, and touched the face of one of the guards, alarming the duo quite greatly. "Oh good... I thought you were pillars. I was afraid that I was talking to concrete." Khor chuckled while the guards backed away, angrily asking what Khor's purpose was.
Khor shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me. The man sitting on the chair sent a messenger into my forest. Imagine that--- I was hunting a rabbit when suddenly-- I know you're waving your hand in front of my face, you moron." the blind mage sighed as he facepalmed himself. "Just because someone is blind doesn't mean they can't be aware of their surroundings. I thought you'd learn that by now. I guess that large pike is only used to make up for a smaller sword." Khor smiled, sighing in the process.
"Anyway... The so called crown-man wanted to see me. I doubt that I'm the only one there, but I think you already know my purpose." Khor tilted his head in inquiry. The guards looked at each other as they agreed to escort him to the throne room. Khor was infuriatingly curious, touching and commenting on everything he could reach with his hands.
"COOL! This is sooooo smooooth! There's a pattern! It's... like 4 sides, but it connects to another pattern! What sorcery is this?! Hmmmm... I KNOW! This could be a weapon of mass destruction!" Khor nodded as if he won an argument, gliding his bandaged hand on the unknown object.
"That's... the wall." one of the guards sighed.
"Oh... I knew that." Khor replied in a whisper-like voice. "Well, carry on, young chap! Don't dilly-dolly now!"
The guards gritted their teeth in annoyance. This blind bastard was beginning to get on their nerves. The trio marched up the stairs with Khor disrupting the procession with his incessant curiosity. "That's a painting--- that's a vase--- NO! That's the maid!" was one of the most common conversations that happened during the pilgrimage towards the throne. Muffled voices could be heard outside of the throne room. "No, that is the carpet-- no, no, those are the windows, please... don't touch anything!"
The voices grew nearer. "NO! THAT'S THE THRONE DOOR! DON'T ENTER YET--". The throne door opened as Khor tumbled in, not realizing the function of doors in the first place.
"So that's what a door is for..." Khor snickered as he stood up while brushing his robes. "I have to say... the last time I was with humanity, people just waltzed in." the mage stretched his arms as he suddenly stopped in place. "Wait a minute... Is this-- Oh, no." Khor trembled as his hands clasped his face. "Oh! Good. I thought I forgot to wore my bandages. Clumsy me." Khor suddenly stopped talking as he turned to the small group of people who were in the room already; he could sense them. "So, you must be the guy-who-sits-on-the-chair. I have to say, sending a messenger in my forest really surprised me. Although, if I didn't know he was human... I would have eaten him for breakfast. Just sayin'." Khor shrugged his shoulders while shaking his head. "And I have to complement your place on the luxurious objects that I've touched. It piqued my interest, ya know?"
Khor shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me. The man sitting on the chair sent a messenger into my forest. Imagine that--- I was hunting a rabbit when suddenly-- I know you're waving your hand in front of my face, you moron." the blind mage sighed as he facepalmed himself. "Just because someone is blind doesn't mean they can't be aware of their surroundings. I thought you'd learn that by now. I guess that large pike is only used to make up for a smaller sword." Khor smiled, sighing in the process.
"Anyway... The so called crown-man wanted to see me. I doubt that I'm the only one there, but I think you already know my purpose." Khor tilted his head in inquiry. The guards looked at each other as they agreed to escort him to the throne room. Khor was infuriatingly curious, touching and commenting on everything he could reach with his hands.
"COOL! This is sooooo smooooth! There's a pattern! It's... like 4 sides, but it connects to another pattern! What sorcery is this?! Hmmmm... I KNOW! This could be a weapon of mass destruction!" Khor nodded as if he won an argument, gliding his bandaged hand on the unknown object.
"That's... the wall." one of the guards sighed.
"Oh... I knew that." Khor replied in a whisper-like voice. "Well, carry on, young chap! Don't dilly-dolly now!"
The guards gritted their teeth in annoyance. This blind bastard was beginning to get on their nerves. The trio marched up the stairs with Khor disrupting the procession with his incessant curiosity. "That's a painting--- that's a vase--- NO! That's the maid!" was one of the most common conversations that happened during the pilgrimage towards the throne. Muffled voices could be heard outside of the throne room. "No, that is the carpet-- no, no, those are the windows, please... don't touch anything!"
The voices grew nearer. "NO! THAT'S THE THRONE DOOR! DON'T ENTER YET--". The throne door opened as Khor tumbled in, not realizing the function of doors in the first place.
"So that's what a door is for..." Khor snickered as he stood up while brushing his robes. "I have to say... the last time I was with humanity, people just waltzed in." the mage stretched his arms as he suddenly stopped in place. "Wait a minute... Is this-- Oh, no." Khor trembled as his hands clasped his face. "Oh! Good. I thought I forgot to wore my bandages. Clumsy me." Khor suddenly stopped talking as he turned to the small group of people who were in the room already; he could sense them. "So, you must be the guy-who-sits-on-the-chair. I have to say, sending a messenger in my forest really surprised me. Although, if I didn't know he was human... I would have eaten him for breakfast. Just sayin'." Khor shrugged his shoulders while shaking his head. "And I have to complement your place on the luxurious objects that I've touched. It piqued my interest, ya know?"
I do love the idea of an Assassin's Creed RP :))
Would you mind if I created the OOC, but you're technically the GM :D
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I mean, it's common for thr AC RPs to be in Rome or Constantinople, but I've yet to see an AC rp that starts in Egypt. Soooo this is my suggestion XD
Would you mind if I created the OOC, but you're technically the GM :D
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I mean, it's common for thr AC RPs to be in Rome or Constantinople, but I've yet to see an AC rp that starts in Egypt. Soooo this is my suggestion XD
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