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Mordikahi Bio
Name: Mordikahi
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3"
Race: Stygian
Occupation: Arcane Scholar
Lilliannah & Nykii: a tale of two sisters
Name: Lilliannah
Pradhana and Cakara : Origins II
The days and nights in Tortage passed swiftly for both of them. Pradhana calculated her next moves with a greater calm and adaptability than Cakara had expected. She had found them work, plenty of it in fact, and as soon she was confident enough that they had not been followed, she moved them back to Stygian soil, a discreet and comfortable distance from her mother’s estate.
Her tension was apparent, as was her desire to try new things, to learn new skills. Both of these things she demonstrated as Cakara rowed them down the River Styx in search of further fame and fortune to propel her independent reign. She sat on his lap, curling a hand suggestively around the right oar, deliberately distracting his work.
“Give me the oar, I wish to row.” She purred up at him, her eyes narrowing into sultry slits framed in expensive makeup.
Pradhana and Cakara : Origins
The woman lay moaning in the grand birthing chamber down the hall, writhing about on her feather stuffed mound of fine silken linens from the Far East. She whimpered and whined, complaining of her discomfort while the majority of the household scurried about in preparations of the coming child. Her anguished sounds filled the Stygian palace, chilling the already cold little boy of about five years age, who sat shirtless, illuminated by a hundred beeswax candles. The curious child watched the three men who gathered around him prepare several implements, speaking in hushed tones more for the sake of not disturbing their pain wracked mistress than frightening the bewildered child.
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New player, old RPer
Greetings all. Just a quick note to say "Hail" and see who may still be on here.
The Return.
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Found
She followed Nyxe and Rhune out of the Greenman, and as she stepped out the door she felt the cool breeze on her skin and she wrapped her slender arms around herself protectively. She felt sore and almost flinched as her own hands touched her bruised and battered body. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at the sky and saw the stars twinkle above her. She longed to be one of those stars, far away and no one could touch her. She did not hear Nyxe as she called to her and jumped almost as if burned as she touched her arm lightly to get her attention.
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Alone and Hopeless
Wrenella left the house the following afternoon to run more errands for Madam Patrice, once she made her way into the trade post to drop of letters she noticed a familiar man in the corner speaking to a group of people. She then realized it was the man from the Market she had bumped into, her cheeks flushed and she tended to her business and as she went to leave she saw him looking at her as his face showed he recognized her and he winked at her. Her cheeks flushed a darker pink as she headed down the stairs and into the street.
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Wrenella's Beginning [Part 3]
The sun peaked in through the window and streaked across her bed as she fluttered her eyes open. She sat up and stretched and got up to start her day. She put on her dress and brushed her hair and splashed some water on her face before she entered the kitchen. She looked around the room and sadness fell upon her as she remembered Gretchen was no longer with them. She started the fire and began preparing the morning meal as she hummed to herself and danced in place.
She felt someone watching her and she turned her head and saw Ephraim. She turned her head back to her task and ignored him, knowing that Rolando would be there shortly. She did not know why but when Ephraim was near Rolando was soon to follow. It was soon after when the kitchen began to warm up that Rolando entered and sat in a chair close to Wrenella, “Morning Ella.” Then he grunted in Ephraim’s general direction.
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Wrenella's Beginning [Part 2]
It had been many summers since the night her father had left her at the Mitran Mission. She only stayed a few weeks there before she was taken to Old Tarantia in Aquilonia. A place much different and shut in then she had ever been before. The buildings felt as though they would swallow her up, and she missed the feel of the open spaces of her home.
Wrenella spent her days tending to chores and reading. She then would spend some of her time in the temple in prayer. Her time with the Mitran Priests had left her searching for something, and they were certain it was faith. She longed to see her mother again and prayed to Mitra she would someday get that chance. She also dreamed of happiness and of feeling loved, she was taken care of fine in the orphanage but it could not replace this emptiness she felt inside.
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Wrenella's Beginning
A little girl, no more than 5 summers old, sat on the ground near the tall grasses of the Northern Grasslands playing with the doll her mother had made her. Her mother had spent much time and put such love into making this doll for her. She was humming to herself as the wind blew her black hair in the breeze and she heard someone approaching and her deep blue eyes looked up and she smiled. A little boy walked up and took the doll out of her hands without asking, fire flickered in her eyes.
“Give it back!” She hollered at the boy.
“No! Come and get it.” He took off running.
She stood up and chased after the boy. She caught up and tackled him to the ground and skinned her knee. She fought back the tears as she tried to get the doll out of his grasp. He held firm to the doll as she heard a rip and she let go.
The Cave Bleeds Red
The surface of the water is troubled. Silver glides through the pool of tears in great pain and sorrow. She opens her mind and consumes the liquid like a tonic, heightening her visionary command, sharpening her sight. Around her the waters fade and form shadows mingled with the cries of desperation and despair. The supernatural elements resonate and surround her here, and the shaman begins to see the scorched and barren sands of Kheshatta whose grains are tainted with darkening stain.
The vision unfolds and she listens to its distress. Harkening to the deep acumen, it reveals the spirit of the woman wondering the desert, her belly swollen with child. She cries out to the darkness and hears silence in answer. The woman stumbles to knee. The child comes. Silver wonders who calls to her spirit as she doubles in pain to labor the birthing of the One...
Age of Conan Roleplay
Greetings to those of the Age of Conan role playing community!
I googled up AoC roleplay and was lead here, so I thought a "dedicated" site to role play would be the best place to ask my questions about the game, and its current RP status, etc.
De Ja Vu
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...
Keptah
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?
A Grey Turn of Events (continued)
*** 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..."
The long walk
"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.))
An Interesting Turn of Events ((Part Five))
[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..."
The Iron Tower and 'The Prisoner'
An Interesting Turn of Events [Part Four]
[Agatone] shouts: What haunts you man of the shadow? spawn of demons
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~ The Phallus of Amun Ra.. Obtained? ~
(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)
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((Thorgard's Background))
((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
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Through the veil ov Deception
((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)
Satetka,
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!
Disparate Times
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.
Strange Bedfellows
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.
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Out of the night, into a new day.
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.
Great music video!!
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!!!
Truth and Axiom
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.
