The snow clung to the fiery curls of the man's beard like the most tenacious burrs or brambles.  The blue paint on his face had long since cracked and flaked to be nearly unrecognizable.  Had it once been a bird?  Hard to tell.  His thick furs held much of the winter's offal as did his gloved hands and large scabbard.  As he walked south through the swirling blizzard, he half hoped one woman had moved on and forgotten him... and half hoped she would be waiting to give him the worst tounge lashing he'd ever recieved...   A small smile quirked the corner of his mouth, and he trudged ever south... back toward civilization...

Everything was neat and elegant, just as he liked it.

The granite dining table set with a complete service of silver-gilt flatware, rich cut glass, and fine burgundy napkins of the softest silk. The Necromancer sat motionless at the head of the ornate table, his index fingers pressed to his lips in thought. The lengthy candles cradled in a pair of five-branched candelabras were burnt down to mere stubs.* Covered plates containing his favorite dish had long grown cold. He finally let out a long, disappointed sigh, resigning himself to the obvious.

That mendacious cunt had stood him up.

Full Name: Lora Ashly Cleo
Nick Names: Fox, Miss. Red, Puppet
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: 25
Race: Stygian/ Chimerian
Gender: Female
Hair: Blond
Eyes: yellow
Skin: light brown
Height: 5.5
Weight:130lb

Place of Residence: Seen mostly in Kemi

Place of Birth: Stygia
Known Relatives: None

Group/Guild Association: Legion in flames, The Agency, Rose Scribes.
Guild Rank: n/a

Religion/Philosophy: Circle of life
Occupation: Ninja/ assassin

Weapon of Choice: Daggers
Enemies: Unknown
Likes:

Favorite foods: Squash
Favorite Drink: Mint tea
Favorite Color: Red
Dislikes: Know it alls
Hobbies: Clay work, Flute, exercising, and children’s games
Physical Features: Lora has markings of slave of set and portal of set along her body as well as a small tear drop size tattoo of a fox foot behind her left ear.

Next Wednesday, November 11th, the web server will come down in the morning for the installation of a new operating system.  If everything goes as expected, I plan for the site to be back up by noon.  I'll be working to backup everything over the next week, but you should likely go ahead and back up anything truly precious to you (if you don't already have a copy somewhere).  I fully expect everything to come back up as you see it now, but I don't want anyone to lose their creativity because of a technical error.

I plan to lock down RP-Haven during the day Tuesday so I can back up the database without people adding blogs and updating things, etc.

If you have any questions, reply here.

She awoke with a start. Something wasn’t right. “Keptah…” she breathed.


Sitting up in her bed, she looked out her open window into the night sky. She could see the stars, beautiful against the dark expanse. She could no longer feel his presence. He was gone.


She suddenly felt a strong sinking feeling in her chest. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She quickly cast a simple spell and realized that she was healthy. What could this feeling be? She had heard others talk of love sickness… but surely that could not be what this was. Then again… could it?

The Stygian High Council will convene in Nakeset Village to make preparations for war.  All high priests of recognized noble houses are asked to represent.

Satet-Ka

High Priest of Set

Hot Gardack Nights

A mosquito zipped and buzzed about the mammothskin tent, bumping up futilely against the soot covered ceiling searching for an escape.  Neverlin sighed, dabbing the moister from his forehead with a silk napkin and sunk deeper into an arrangement of satin pillows.  Even in the late evening the sticky hot weather was intolerable, and he was sweating like a virgin in the Pyramid of Ancients.  A pile of searing red coals in the center of the tent certainly didn’t help matters either. The mosquito dove towards him suddenly, perilously close, but still just out of the Necromancer’s grasp. With a blink, Neverlin snuffed the life force out of the tiny insect and watched it spiral downward onto the smoldering coals, incinerating it with a faint sizzle.

He really hated the swamps.

Is it possible to embed a chat room into the haven?

I think this would be a good place to do some lve event coordination.

*** After their run in with Amtexa from the Grey Knights, Keptah and
Cymera seek refuge in their Guild City of Hus in Poitain.  They walk to the large study in the Library.***

*** Keptah summons one of the students and instructs him to take Cymera to her room and ensure that she is comfortable.***

[Keptah]: "Cymera?"

[Cymera]: yes?

[Keptah]: "About the scene back there... You do know... that I never meant what I said... about you being nothing to me..."

[Cymera]: *she looks at him almost tenderly* i know that

[Keptah]: **He bows his head in respect.** "I just... was hoping you knew this... And I apologize for letting my anger get the best of me..."

[Cymera]: do not worry... it was justified... *she grimaces* amtexa turned out to be just like the others

[Keptah]: "You must understand..."

"Its fer the best..." 

Doc said as he trudged on through the snow.  He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than the horse he appeared to be talking to...

"She'll hate me... She'll move on... an' She'll be happy an' safe, right?" 

He pets the horse's mane, trying to calm himself.  It doesn't seem to be working.  He frowns and rubs his eyes as he continues to trudge uphill, moving farther and farther into the mountains.

"Its fer the best..."

((Leaving Iraq! :D Losing access to game for a bit D:  I'll keep checking on this from time to time... so if ya wanna keep contact, I'll try to check it out ;)  Love RPing with you guys, and as the governer of the great state of California once said.... I'll be back.))

[Keptah]: "Can you see it ahead of us?" **He asks Cymera**

[Cymera]: yes *she eyes him with a smirk because he looks to be hiding in the bushes*

[Keptah]: "What is it you see?"

[Keptah]: "I ask."

[Cymera]: i assume you are speaking of the ship

[Cymera]: *her eyebrow arches in interest*

[Keptah]: "And it is why you are incorrect, Cymera..."

[Cymera]: what is it you speak of then?

[Keptah]: "Death, war, souls to be left for wandering... Chaos... I see these things as mere objectives which we, meaning; you and I, must come to pass and complete... Together..."

[Keptah]: "You and I, we are one... United... We are legion, yet in two forms... Not one."

[Keptah]: "Twice as strong..."

[Keptah]: "My goals are yours."

[Keptah]: "And yours are mine..."

 [Agatone] shouts: What haunts you man of the shadow? spawn of demons

(OOCly letting everyone know that the Phallus of Amun Ra was a fake which keptah obtained so the real one is still out there ;) you can PM satet-ga in game and be IC if you want to know more. :) Be apart of his event! :D)

((Here's the link to Thorgard's entire background. NOTE: It's not finished as of yet ;) But can explain alot.))

http://forums.ageofconan.com/showthread.php?t=197820

((OOC: This is just to help some people OOCly understand what's going on with the Thorgard plot that is going on.

Thorgard ran into Keptah briefly one night, the two introduced and exchanged names, and afterwards Thorgard had seen Keptah attack Invicta one night(Tesso Thursday.) Keptah wanted to turn Invicta against each other, and test them to see how united they were.

So he confronted Dracaris weeks later and told him of his Three apprentices, and mentioned that one is an archer of Invicta. This was a lie Keptah made, he then gave a convincing story how he branded the archer with a mark that allows him to control the Invictan and then he would cause the Archer to turn on his Invictan comrades.(Keptah never marked Thorgard, this was a lie)

((

The second portion of the quest for the body of Amun Ra will kick off tonight.  There are over 50 people invovled now in a very unstructured format.  Information needs to be sought out in RP.

Neverlin, Zinfi, Claudina and a few other loyal servants of Stygia have gone in search of a holy temple in search of the ancient relic.  Please contact neverlin IC if you want to be involved.  He can be found in local brothels or abusing foriengers in his Khemi based lab. :) 

Time frames are approximate.  Rez is discouraged.  Respect is important.  This is just a kickoff and not a completion of the event.  It may last for days depending on the success of the players or never be completed.

))

((I was swamped at work.  I wanted to write a better IC description for the events on Sunday but I ran out of time.  The event will continue tonight for Keptahs group heading into deep southern stygian in search of the phallus of Amun Ra.  It has been rumored that the relic they seek is used by the cult of Ajujo in the southern most temples of the country.  Same rules of respect apply as before.  Look forward to any and all RP partcipation.

Sat))

The Styxx....

Beautiful.....  the golden eddies flowing with the faintest of reddened hues.

"I missed you Satet-ka...why did you leave us?" said the fair skinned beauty cradling his broken body.

The sky was bluer then he had remembered it.  The heat rising from the desert danced playfully with the palms mirrored upon the waters edge.

It was not the seagull picking at his ear that had awoken me.  It was not the gnashing of bone against bone in his side that brought me back.  At first it was simply the distinct smell of the Styx.  How can one describe the smell of this the oldest of mothers veins?  Something like a decaying honeycomb....sweet...musky...giving everything and yet surrendering to the lust life has for all that Set creates.  Ambrosia....mana of Set himself/

I love you man!!

Everyone, is this ok if I tell Satetka this? I mean this in a non sexual way. I just want him to know, WELCOME BACK BUD!

The sky was obscured by a dense arboreal canopy; the stars and full moon, in turn, were largely obscured by thick cloud cover.

Beneath it all she lay. Still. Ears imagined as twin vessels into which liquid sound would pour. The soundscape clicked and popped with the rustle of foliage and howled with the frigid winds. Beasts stalked prey; the insects sang paeans to would-be mates. Alien noises in an alien place.

The soft rasp of slumbering bodies also could be heard, plaintive and oddly comforting.

The darkness was receding now, and she turned her head, peering over at the Mitran. He had promised to be up for the final watch, a promise now as ethereal as his dreams. Not that it mattered. Unused to the nighttime cacophony of the Cimmerian lowlands, Axun had laid awake for most of the night, drifting in and out of fitful slumber. She had woken the bald pale-skin at one point, only to find him sound asleep again when next she woke.

The river’s gentle pulse very nearly drowns out the small clacking of the prayer beads. Tk-tk-tk, they are chiding.  The Mitran – Cleric, more technically – intently regards the archer bathing there in shallows. She has gone under thrice now and for a third time she rises up from the water, head flung back and then forward, sunrays catching silver strands of riverwater thrown in lazy parabolas from her cropped dark hair.

The darkness embraced her warmly. The moon was high, full.
 
It was the fifth turning.

The falling leaves brushed against her legs, a light tickling. She smiled at the sensation. The air was crisp, the scent of the trees, and wild grasses filled the air. She liked these new boots, it had taken time to make, but the effort had paid off. The sticks could not break through as easily.

She only moved by night now. Sometimes, at the beginning, she had watched those she loved. Giggling to herself, as the “guards” had no idea she was there. Lurking in the tall grasses, curled up in a tree. All to soon though, it became to painful to stay. They had become her family, hearing their laughter. The familiar bickering. Then, all to soon, she heard them calling for her.

It was to dangerous.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgnEU77kcA8

Seen these guys in West Sac during the Mayhem Festival! Got to shake the hand of the lead singer, that was a big props to boost my day! ^_^ I also saw Behemoth live for the first time!!!

Small and wizened is the priest. Dark and golden silks hang from an emaciated frame, as if tossed temporarily and with disdain for ephemeral social conventions, to mellow the truth of this diminutive shuffling figure - truth as embodied in the symbol of twin golden serpents, dangling as a pendant from a grizzled neck. Truth given a face: a bald head, a hawk nose, a diminished but nonetheless masculine form who - along with others of similar countenance - develops and perpetuates reality as perceived and understood by all in their domain.

((Cymera explores the inn in Tesso))

[Agatone]: You have secrets

[Cymera]: who said that?

[Cymera]: *looks around*

[Agatone]: go behind the Inn, we will speak

[Cymera]: *is curious*

((She goes behind the inn and sees Agatone standing in the bushes))

[Cymera]: you! *she spits*

[Agatone]: You keep secrets from your friends and those that call you family..

[Cymera]: i do not!

[Agatone]: *smirks* you think only I follow you in the streets of khemi..

[Cymera]: khemi is my home... i know anyone can follow me... i grew up there

[Agatone]: *grins from behind his mask* then you know you have been watched almost non-stop..even before I came across you with a certin somone yes

[Cymera]: *looks the man over* who else has seen me?

[Agatone]: I do not wish to produce your secret to all..if you wish for me to keep those that already know *smiles at her* Quiet..