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| Topic Started: Aug 18 2009, 12:48 AM (50 Views) | |
| Madame Noir | Aug 18 2009, 12:48 AM Post #1 |
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The sun burned hot on the scorching sands of the Ashokan desert. The dunes shifted endlessly beneath a cloudless sky, with only a sand storm now and again to give breath to the stillness. The massive temple that composed much of the City of Oracles stretched like a sleeping serpent, the sandstone blending neatly into the landscape. A dot of red now and again whirling against the neutral tones of the earth marked a servant or courier heading off to Eldahar and the furthest reaches of the country. The white and gold garb of the Magi were rarely to be seen at the entrance. Within the walls of the complex there were many marble and alabaster paths, flanked with palm trees and lush gardens that surrounded a lavish central courtyard. Beneath this brilliant reception awaited the cooler, more seclusive places of those who were born with the power honored above military might and noble birth. Sinuous dancers in red trousers and gauzy blouses danced about the central fountain, waters spilling over the basin and roiling over their feet before falling into the gardens below. Thin veils covered their faces, scarves of the finest, silkiest materials whirled and twisted with their lithe bodies to please the Magus that happened to wander above the surface, winking and shaking their hips at the young men who scuttled by with open mouths. These were the halls in which legends were born, where the touch of magic left by the gods still glinted like an unhewn diamond buried in the rough. Corridors flanked this garden of delights, finely carved columns separating paradise from the cold and silent rooms that contained various laboratories and summoning rooms for their users. This was the common area, where petitioners and servants were free to walk... But below this there was but one place open to the public. In the massive alabaster and marble chamber that lay immediately across from the desert entrance, slightly built beneath the surface of the fluid sands stood a cluster of Magus and sentries. In their midst stood a woman clothed not in the traditional gold and white, but in fine but simple white, pure and unbesmirched by the arid lands beyong the temple portal. Her eyes had a far off look commonly seen in the blinded, but she was very much attentive to what was being said. A few Magi eyed her with mistrust, but she stood immovable, expressionless, flanked by two of the guards. Today there were to be visitors to the temple, and even those who had journeyed from far off lands were to be allowed admittance. She was glad they had approved of her coming to the surface: it was rare she ventured above the lower levels, far below the vacillating dunes. They might still have her encircled by armed men, but at least she could see the sun through the carefully constructed windows and mirrors lining the great room. A cymbal's tone crashed through the hollow labyrinth of passages, and all eyes turned to receive the guests that would come, seeking healing and advice, seeking knowledge or aid... Or seeking to know what would be. Lifting her head, the woman in white clasped her staff lightly and adjusted the cowl at her throat, yellow eyes searching the crowd, seeing beyond the flesh and bone as she moved with the circle of guards and Magus, watching. Edited by Madame Noir, Aug 18 2009, 12:56 AM.
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| Kahil | Aug 18 2009, 03:51 PM Post #2 |
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Wandering over the desert sands was something that did not feel foreign to Kahil. People of the desert, for unknown reasons, were always the ones to remember or know of Djinn the longest. For some reason these people who lived in such harsh climates and terrible situations, were he ones who would remember those who could grant wishes, most of all. Perhaps it was because the desert was one of the easiest places to make something vanish for hundreds of years, or because the shifting barren worlds remembered most those who could make something from nothing. Whatever the reason, there was a slight affinity with such places for much of his people and Kahil was no exception. He was, however, a rather odd sight to behold. Looking past his pale vermilion eyes, and short, deep indigo, hair, one would still double take at the sight of a lone figure walking over the sands with a bright red umbrella opened up to shield him from the sun. Something about such a happy color traversing the wasteland of sand and wind, was almost laughable if one were to catch sight of it. The djinn wasn't sure why he picked th direction he had chosen, nor was he too concerned about it. Certianly, the slight worry of his misplaced chain was within his mind somewhere; but as long as he did not know where it was, there was no sense fretting over what could not be helped. He would find it in due time...or someone else would. To worry about what he had no control over was silly. Either he would find the long indigo braid, and hold his freedom in his own hands, or he would suddenly be clad in chains and bound to a master untill their three wishes were expired. If the later became the case, he would end up right back where he was, wandering about looking for the braid and trying to enjoy his freedom in case he was not the first to find it. Soon the Djinn's pale vermilion eyes saw something other than dunes on the horizon, and he strode towards it. The city was surely a marvel to the mortal world; but this Djinn had seen far grander things. However inside was quite the crowd, and this was always something to take note of. Curiosity overcame him as he passed by some robed figures he presumed were guards, and wandered into the masses. Despite the wide variety of people and colors, Kahil and his red umbrella still managed to stand out as it was still open and over his shoulder. "What could this be about?" he wondered casually as he looked around trying to see over the people, whom he was taller than most of, to locate the reason for this gathering. |
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