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The grand deception
In Outer Rim
ChuChu
Feb 07, 2022
@Valerna Jorgenskull Once the sultan had seated himself, his gaze had focused solely on Valerna. He wanted to glean as much information as he could through both the exchanging of words and his observations. He wanted to know what he was up against and to possibly discern her purpose here. The Ysstmar found that the spider seemed to be pleasantly surprised by his lack of reluctance in partaking in her humour. Did she expect him to find offense in her words? Or is she under the impression he was willingly entrapping himself in her webbings like some sycophant? No. Chuluun recognized the importance of levity during such troubling times, to help reduce the tension between two opponents whilst they converse with one another. Besides, she was a fellow hunter of both man and beast, earning her some degree of respect from the lizard, and he was in her lodgings, it's temporary nature didn't matter. He would want the same sort of mindfulness in his own den and so, he treated her with those same considerations in mind. The king had also come to recognize a hint of skepticism in her expression whilst he sat. Perhaps she was catching on to the fact that he wasn't so easily moved by words and trickeries of the tongue? Or maybe it was an extension of certain expectations gleaned from the reputation of his kin? Either way, Chu continued on with his plans to keep the giantess on her toes in his presence. They were both foreign to one another, this meeting being the first time they had met face to face. So he wanted to make this union of minds one hell of a first impression. Then, the sultan had listened on as the Jorgenskull had recounted her long list of accolades and achievements that spanned across the entirety of her long life, at least in relation to the sands. Unlike the layman, he wasn't biased by the half truths, lies and fallacies that call themselves history. No he knew better than that. But he wasn't gullible either, so he regarded her words with a hint of skepticism. But they could both agree on one certain matter. Soon, he had opened his jagged maw to provide a thorough answer to Valerna's inquiry. His tone remained cordial, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity accompanying it. "I am well aware of your accolades, Valerna. I am cognizant enough to realize that you possess a far greater hold on these dunes than those old books let on. But to answer your question, that would require that you clarify what you consider to be "home". Is home simply a place of residence to you? Is it a community or possibly multiple that you hold dear? Or, given you are a timeless wanderer at heart, is home wherever the winds of change take you? For me, my home is the sands underneath the very foundations of this palace. It is where I was born and where I will die. This sea of dunes holds both everything I hold dear and the future that I am building for both myself and it's people. So I strive to better prepare it for what is to come, akin to maintaining a house in hopes of it withstanding the sandstorm brewing on the horizon. So . . . Is the Sands your home?" Those inquisitive orbs continued to analyze the giantess, it was as if the intense fires that dwelled within those glassy ovals were attempting to burn a hole right through her. He was so focused that he had hardly registered the high pitched whistling of that pot of coffee. He wanted to see how she would react to such an answer, how she felt about these inquiries and ultimately his answer. His thoughts had also focused on that singular word she had uttered during her questioning: competence. She claimed that her efforts, what all she had done, was to breed proficiency in these dunes and it's people. If there lies truth in her words, it would seem her efforts were in vain. The people were too complacent and had accepted mediocrity as their standard as a whole. But not for long. Not if Chuluun had anything to say about it. And so, the sultan had waited for an answer.
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The Search Continues.
In The Arid Hamlets
ChuChu
Feb 05, 2022
@Dadullah Chuluun, before putting Abdullah in that hold, had noticed the smirk that washed over his expression and his hand lowering to that sidearm right before he wound up snatching that limb. He refrained from using that blunderbuss at his hip. He held back. But why? Maybe he grew weary of their clash? Or perhaps he knew their spar was now just mere fun and games and that he had already passed his father's test? Nevertheless, this demonstrated to the sultan that Abdullah would be more than willing to take an opponent to oblivion with him should the need or opportunity arise. After these internal inquiries, the Ysstmar had taken some time to settle down, to cool off the boiling blood in his veins, before relinquishing that cruel obsidian edge from the surface of the bull's neck and releasing that tight grip from his wrist. He let out a brief exhale before wiping what little blood there was off of his curved, talon-like dagger with his gauntlet. Once he had cleaned his blade, he had slipped it into its sheath before walking around Abdullah and standing in front of him. Chuluun would then go on to acknowledge the bull's prowess. However, he worded it in a way that his son could interpret in more ways than one. He did this to create doubt in him, a drive to continue his climb towards his peak and beyond that precipice. "Your was. . . satisfactory. But you still have plenty of room for improvement." The sultan had then subtly changed his tone to that of a more casual nature. His posture grew more relaxed and laid back. Once he had made these changes, he had briefly walked away from the solar warrior before reaching down and grabbing his sword staff from sandy grounds below their feet and shaking off what granules had adhered to the lustrous surfaces of his blades. Afterwards, he had stowed that weapon away on his back before turning to face Abdullah and saying to him. "That was fun. The most fun I've had in a while actually. Well, entertainment of this sort anyways. Perhaps I was right to come to you. You would make for a decent candidate for what is to come. But that is a matter for a later time. I thank you for allowing me time to indulge my inner cravings, but there are matters I must attend to, duties to fulfill. I am sure you have your own as well."
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The grand deception
In Outer Rim
ChuChu
Feb 04, 2022
@Valerna Jorgenskull The sultan had briefly glanced around the room, beholding the various trophies and pelts that lined Valerna's room. How promising. She really was a fellow predator and she seemed to take pride in her death dealing craft. Perhaps this meeting won't be such a bore after all? Then, his flame-like eyes would turn their gaze back towards the spider. The saurian watched as she unveiled portions of what he viewed to be her true self and silently admired those sharp killing tools at the end of each of those chitinous limbs. She displayed quite the mastery over those ligaments as well, using such deadly talons to merely brush through her auburn strands of hair. He internally admitted to himself that walking into this arachnid's web alone and unarmed may have been foolish. However, it made for quite a thrilling experience and she did request that their meeting shall be private after all. After those thoughts, Chuluun analyzed her from afar, those orbs attempting to pierce through her surface and divulge what information they could. She seemed to be amused by the fact that he showed up in the first place, even more so that he bore no arms and came on his lonesome. Perhaps she thought he was craven when she first arrived? However, the Ysstmar didn't want to make assumptions. Then, the lizard saw that she displayed signs of confusion when he had referred to her as "the enemy of his enemy". He didn't plan on elaborating on what he meant just yet or perhaps never. He was confident she would figure out the meaning behind his words soon enough in the coming conversation. Chuluun, once the spider had crawled into full view, was surprised to learn she had appeared to him with such a small stature. He assumed it was yet another deception, an attempt to lower his guard by appearing small and frail. Soon enough, that trickery was subsequently contradicted by her following words. It would seem that Valerna was quick to state that the meeting was entirely professional and that she would only view it as a pleasure should the outcome be to her liking. He could practically feel that she was already making efforts to control the situation at hand, to spin him up in her intricate webbings. Then, the Ysstmar had listened on as she jokingly questioned why he felt so inclined to ba into her room. It would seem she had already made herself feel quite at home in the sands. Wanting to keep the mood stable and cordial, he went along with her joshing with a brief, light hearted remark. "Heh. Quite a scandal it would be. Though, I was never one for the orthodox." Ending his quip with a reference to the rather odd nature of an Ysstmar, a race typified as tribalistic warriors by most, becoming the sultan of the sands, he had listened on as Valerna asked him to seat himself. Or perhaps it was a command? Either way, he would oblige. He didn't want to create any more tension than there already was and risk this conversation turning sour. So he humoured her little game. He walked over to the table and sat down on the chair opposite of where the spider stood before taking initiative with inquiries. His tone remained cordial and polite, if not somewhat mindful, as he continued to tread lightly. "So, what brings you so far away from home to these arid dunes? Why did you wish to speak with me under such privacy?"
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The grand deception
In Outer Rim
ChuChu
Feb 02, 2022
Nestled in his chambers, Chuluun was basking in the radiant glow of the twin suns on one of his balconies. He had removed his steel plates around an hour ago and had been bathing his dark scales in the soft, warming rays of those twin fires. Trudging through the filth and grime that had grown settled in his empire and picking out what remained of those willing to change the sands around them, he had grown tired and had retreated to his abode. The relief he had felt was unearthly. However, there was some sense of accomplishment in that mire of anguish and disappointment. The sultan now had a possible means of repelling the spider should she try to invade again. To him, this meant he probably bought himself more time to restructure the dunes as he saw fit, to prepare the House for a threat that was even greater than the jungle. If Valerna invades and wins, his people may still have a future. But if the Defilement rears its myriad of heads once again and consumes all this world has to offer, there is no future for anyone. And so, he viewed that alien adversary as his true enemy. His greatest hunt. These thoughts troubled his mind however. How does one hunt prey that is unknowable? How do you win a war against an enemy that can turn allies against you and use the dead and wounded as additions to their armies? How do you fight that? He no longer wanted to think of that horrid, fleshy singularity and had instead begun to relax under those brilliant waves of sunlight. However, these moments of peace had been interrupted, much to the king's chagrin. A courier entered his quarters and delivered a letter to him. The lizard wondered who it was from. Before he could read its contents, he had dismissed the courier before grabbing his obsidian dagger and used it as a letter opener. Chuluun used it's sharp edge to separate those folds of paper before laying his eyes on what was inscribed on the parchment. It was an invitation to a private meeting from Valerna Jorgenskulls. His "accolades" and his sudden rise to power had drawn her attention. The Ysstmar knew he would eventually gain the audience of the spider, but he wished it wasn't so soon. The House was still a mess, his weapon systems were still in their earliest iterations and he had yet to find a reasonable amount of competent men and women to form his inner circle. But perhaps this meeting could be used to buy himself more time? Or maybe it was a chance to create new opportunities? The consequences and results of their private talk was yet to be foreseen, but he fully intended on making the best out of this situation. The sultan would soon get himself dressed in formal garbs, along with his suit of armour. He had grown quite attached to those metallic scutes. However, he had kept his weapons stowed away in his chambers as a sign of good faith. Besides, if she wanted to kill him, she could easily crush the lizard as if he was a beetle with and without his blades and armour. He recognized and respected her combat prowess, despite the animosity between their nations. Once he was fully dressed, Chu had embarked out of his quarters and to the room that had been bestowed upon the giantess. There was no room for fear nor hatred, neither nervousness or overconfidence. This was a joining of minds, of two individuals willing to do whatever it takes to serve their peoples. And so, he had already decided to treat her as an equal under his roof and to avoid underestimating the arachnid. Soon, the king had arrived at Valerna's room and had let himself in. He exuded a casual and welcoming air. Upon entering the chamber, his tongue had flicked out from between his jagged, razor sharp teeth. It would appear she had brewed coffee for the both of them. Then, those inquisitive orbs set within his skull had gazed upon the spider. She had dressed up for this occasion as well, wearing scanty, yet elegant clothing along with various jewels and baubles. His eyes had then met her's. She seemed gentle and caring on the surface, but he knew better than to let appearances fool him. Soon, he greeted her in a welcoming tone of voice before he could seat himself. "Ah. The enemy of my enemy. It is a pleasure to meet you. I do hope that the sands have treated you well enough."
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The Search Continues.
In The Arid Hamlets
ChuChu
Feb 02, 2022
@Dadullah Once he had delivered that left horizontal strike to that cyclopean bull, Chuluun would find that his attack had been narrowly avoided. He watched as his blade grazed against Abdullah's steel chestplate when he had ducked to escape it's edge and was subsequently repelled by his efforts. Then, after parrying the bovinite's forward thrust and delivering his riposte, the sultan had been caught by yet another promising surprise. The solar guard had used that stumpy left arm to grapple onto his blade, his grip being firm and unyielding. It would seem he had taken this chance to try thrusting his saber towards his father's throat, believing he had the upper hand. However, despite how interesting this spar had become, everything must have an end and the warrior-king now had the perfect opportunity to deliver that long awaited coup de grâce. While his initial plans for this duel may have been for naught, it would seem that his son had forgotten that Chuluun was not yet unarmed. The Ysstmar had released his grip from his sword staff and pulled his obsidian karambit out from its sheath. Afterwards, the lizard had rushed over to the warrior and tightly grabbed onto Abdullah's right wrist. He had then bent that arm behind the solar warrior's back in an uncomfortably firm hold and reached his dagger wielding hand around and held the edge of that karambit taught against his opponent's throat. The sharp tip of that volcanic glass blade was practically digging into a layer of his skin, drawing blood. And with this conclusion, Chuluun had merely uttered one word. "Dead."
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Baptism
In Ashlandian Mountains
ChuChu
Feb 01, 2022
@Tahira Quil'Kovesh Chuluun, after he had arrived at the outpost and looked around at the various formations of soldiers and the buildings that jutted from the sand, would notice something rather odd. Abdullah was among the numerous ranks of bovinites and had approached him for a quick salaam. As the lizard stood over the soldier, he wondered why he felt the need to break formation and bow. He remained silent as he watched the dolt needlessly praise him for merely being present, his fiery eyes displaying bewilderment and anger. The reptile now considered this calf to be his offspring, so his expectations for him had risen higher than before. He would be damned if he allowed Abdullah to become incompetent. Afterwards, he would voice his displeasure with his son and had scolded him accordingly. His voice sounded like some dreadful amalgamation of a low growl and a deep hiss. "What are you doing?! Was losing an arm and an eye not enough to knock some sense into your skull?! Get back into formation! Have you no discipline?!" Once he had barked this order at the solar warrior, the Ysstmar had let out a sigh before regaining his composure. The sultan would hope that Abdullah wouldn't continue such insubordination and foolishness going forwards, but he didn't want to set himself up for disappointment. Instead, he figured that the coming conflict will sort him out just like it does with everyone else. War makes for a cruel, yet effective mentor after all. After that, he would come to notice that Matsumota had joined the fray as well. Her presence at the outpost had only served to reassure the king that those men will stay in line. From afar, he watched as Tahira and the Khan talked to one another and inspected what he could only assume to be an early iteration of the weapon system he had invested in. Based on his observations, it appeared to be vehicle mounted and obviously required a trained specialist to operate it. He figured that it was brought here as a performance test, to see how well it would fare in an actual combat situation. However, what this machine did and how it operated was above him. But he knew he would gain some understanding of the device's function soon enough. Chuluun had then noticed that both the blood fox and the pale mer had begun to approach him. He maintained a calm and casual demeanor, but had balanced that by remaining serious regarding the situation at hand. After being greeted by Tahira, being questioned as to why he was present and receiving a warning to avoid interfering with the operation by Matsu, he had promptly addressed them both. That old vulpine's banter had roused an amused chuckle from the Ysstmar. "Greetings, Head Inquisitor. The prey that lurks in those mountains has drawn me here, like a fly to a rotting corpse. Though it would appear that I will be getting more than I bargained for." The sultan, after saying this, would nod his head towards the armoured vehicle that carried the prototype weapon. It would seem he was looking forward to seeing how that machine worked, to see the fruits of his investments spring to life before him. After this, he had then turned to look at Matsu before speaking to her in an attempt to reassure her. He spoke about Abdullah in a more hushed tone of voice. Despite him breaking out of formation for such a silly reason as delivering a salaam, he cared enough to not want to draw unnecessary attention to him. "Regarding your concerns, Khan, I don't plan on interfering with your duties. Both of you do your jobs with the utmost excellence anyway. If anything, I would be more than pleased to learn a thing or two while I'm out here. As for that "little shit", do what you will with him. I'm sure either you, the coming conflict or I myself will straighten him out soon enough. I will be damned if that warrior spirit of his grows lame. The same applies to the rest of your men. I will be accompanying you both to the debriefing. It would be wise of me to know more about my quarry before I begin the hunt. Let's get on with it, shall we?"
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The Search Continues.
In The Arid Hamlets
ChuChu
Jan 30, 2022
@Dadullah Chuluun, after resuming his vicious onslaught against Abdullah, would watch as he ducked underneath his horizontal slash attack. He was then caught off guard when the bull had kicked the center of his chest plate. However, the poise of his stance and the weight of his armour had managed to keep him on his feet. But the lizard was soon forced to act rather hastily as the bovinite attempted a stab right at his chest. He wondered what his opponent had to gain by targeting what was arguably the most armoured parts of his body, but he humoured the solar warrior nonetheless. He retaliated by spinning his staff sword for one full rotation and using that momentum to use one of it's blades to knock Abdullah's aside. He would then follow this up by using the other blade of his weapon for a jab at his left flank. If the guard had defended against his riposte, he would simply use that remaining momentum to continue his ferocious assault. As foolish as it seemed, there was a reason why Chuluun was being so predictable and aggressive with his attacks. He wanted to keep targeting his left side so that he could turn Abdullah's source of strength into a weakness. The lizard believed that if he allowed his attacks to be repetitive, the bull would fall under the misconception that his right side was untouchable. The reasoning behind him heavily leaning towards a strong offense was to create as much pressure as possible for his son, to keep him on his toes, to tire him out until he eventually slips up. With this strategy in mind, he continued to play the part of a bloodthirsty squamate, when he was really a deceitful ophidian in truth.
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The Search Continues.
In The Arid Hamlets
ChuChu
Jan 27, 2022
@Dadullah Once Chuluun had successfully pushed Abdullah away after their brief bout of hand to hand combat, he would wipe the blood away from his nose and fully stood up. He looked at the bull with a smirk, watching as he went to pick his saber up off of the sandy grounds, before turning away and walking up to his own weapon. The lizard had then firmly grasped onto the hilt of his sword staff before lifting it up off of the ground and dusting those twin blades off. Afterwards, he had turned to face Abdullah once more and got back into stance, spreading his legs and holding his weapon close to his body with both hands. He could hear the anticipation in his son's voice as he demanded that they continue their spar. This had roused some pride directed towards that bull, feeling that they were kindred spirits deep down inside. Perhaps his goal of becoming the "incarnation of the House's justice" was a shoddy disguise for a more simplistic yearning? Regardless, it was clear that he wanted to prolong this quarrel and Chuluun had gladly accepted that fact. The sultan had soon begun to review what all he had learned about the bovinite during their spar. It was clear that Abdullah was aware that his asymmetrical body presented a challenge when fighting and made up for it by using his environment and available resources to his advantage. He even used his stumpy left arm to defend himself to some degree. With all of this in mind, Chu has been reassured that the bull had a way of competently compensating for his disabilities and was deserving of his investments. But their fight was not yet finished. The Ysstmar still wanted to have his fun. He knew that he wouldn't get many opportunities to cross blades with a fellow warrior due to his responsibilities and duties. So the warrior-king decided to fully immerse himself in this duel, his gaze solely focused on Abdullah and his weapon. He gripped tightly onto the hilt of his blades before spinning it for three full rotations and began to close the distance between him and his son. He began his aggressive assault by spinning his blades and using that momentum for an attempt to land a horizontal slash aimed at the left side of Abdullah's neck. He wanted to raise the stakes of their spar in an attempt to see how well the bovinite would handle such pressure and to see if the solar soldier would adjust himself to match the ferocity he was faces with.
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Baptism
In Ashlandian Mountains
ChuChu
Jan 26, 2022
Receiving word of the missing caravans and the bandit outpost nestled in Bandit's Pass, Chuluun had decided this was a perfect opportunity to both sate his bloodlust and to add on to his experience in combat and strategics. The prospect of soaking his blades in the blood of the House's enemies was a pleasure he wouldn't dare deprive himself of. Aside from his personal reasons for partaking in the coming conflict, the lizard had also thought of this as a warm-up of sorts for the inevitable attack from the Jungle. What use was he as a king if he knew nothing of strategy and coordinating troops on the battlefield? He was growing rather excited by the chance to butcher those who oppose the Eternal House. And so, the Ysstmar had let Samara know that he planned on partaking in destroying those bandits and was going to one of the various outposts that dotted the area near the Ashlandian Mountains. He made his intentions clear as day to his beloved and after saying his farewell, he had begun preparations for the coming journey and conflict. Chuluun had fitted himself with his full suit of watered steel armour, armed himself with his double bladed sword staff and his trusty obsidian dagger and brought along a satchel carrying a full canteen, a whetstone, a book, inkwell and a dip pen alongside various minor supplies. The warrior-king had then emerged from Samara's palace once he felt he had brought along a sufficient amount of gear and arranged for a transport to bring him to the one of the closest outposts that the Eternal House had built near where the disappearances had occurred. While he waited for his transportation to arrive, he had thought of the possibility that he might cross paths with that pale mer once again. This rumination had only made him anticipate arriving at those great mounds of fire and stone even more so than before. Once the transport had arrived, the lizard had quickly boarded the carriage and taken a seat inside. His fiery eyes glimmered with relief that he was finally on his way to the Ashlandian Mountains as that beetle got to moving those legs towards the desired destination. The sultan had looked on through the lattices of his carriage as the transport moved through the streets of Nirvana. He watched as the once abundant buildings, structures and masses of people had slowly become sparser and fewer in numbers over time. Eventually, these things would disappear entirely and transform into the vast expanse of dunes that he called home. While waiting for this carriage to eventually arrive at the outpost, Chuluun had decided to kill time by maintaining his weaponry. He started with his sword staff, pulling it out of its sheath on his back and retrieving the whetstone from his satchel. He set the stone on his lap rough grit side up and began to stroke it with one of the blades of his sword at an angle. The king did this several times before blowing the swarf away and flipping the whetstone to it's fine grit side, repeating the process of whetting that blade once again. Chuluun reiterated this very same procedure with the other blade of his sword staff and the obsidian dagger sheathed on his hip, making sure to take his time. The maintenance of his arsenal was almost therapeutic to the reptile, serving as a distraction from the passage of time and how long it was going to take to arrive at his destination. However, as with all good things, it was fleeting and thus, boredom had consumed him once more. The sultan would turn his eyes towards the lattices of his carriage once again, looking onwards towards the bright blue hue of the sky, which contrasted the myriad of deep beige mounds of sand beneath it. After what felt like an eternity, that monotonous sight of blue and beige hues would be replaced by structures and people once more. He had finally arrived at the outpost. Once the carriage had ceased its movements, Chuluun had stowed his whetstone into his satchel and sheathed his weapons before opening the doors of the transport and stepping out. The lizard let out a slight groan as he began to stretch his body, crack his neck and roll his shoulders. After loosening his joints, the sultan would then go on to observe his surroundings. He noticed how well fortified this settlement was and that his armies were already being mobilized by the time he had arrived. However, what caught his attention the most was the characteristically pale pallor of the Head Inquisitor. It would appear that she was leading these congregations of soldiers. In Chuluun's eyes, it was a pleasant sight to see that a fellow connoisseur of death had heeded the same call to arms that had lured him here as well.
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In The Arid Hamlets
ChuChu
Jan 23, 2022
@Dadullah Abdullah had successfully ducked underneath Chuluun's riposte, the lizard's blade being only mere inches away from the bull's face. Chu was testing the bovinite's reflexes and his hampered depth perception, which he seemed to have grown accustomed to well enough to at least dodge thrusting attacks. However, he didn't have enough information to know the extent of this bull's impaired vision, so he would have to keep testing him from here on. The Ysstmar had then found that his weapon had been slammed downwards by Abdullah and saw that he was attempting to mix hand-to-hand combat in with his fighting methods. Chuluun would quickly react to the bull's sweeping kick by pulling his weapon back, taking a few steps backwards and returning to his previous posture and stance. Afterwards, the warrior-king had spun his blade before horizontally slicing at Abdullah from his right, which was the soldier's vulnerable left side of his body. The sultan had already decided on not letting up during this spar. If he wanted to see the best of what the guard could do, he needed to apply as much pressure as he could without letting things get out of hand. Aside from seeing how well this bovinite could fight with a missing eye, he also intended on seeing just how much of a detriment his lack of an arm was as well. He wanted to emulate a real combat scenario as much as possible, to evaluate how Abdullah would adapt to such situations and compensate for his disabilities. Given that the bull managed to avoid missing another eye just then, Chuluun was now more interested to see how this faux duel between them would conclude.
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The Search Continues.
In The Arid Hamlets
ChuChu
Jan 21, 2022
@Dadullah Chuluun, once he had gotten into his stance, would watch as Abdullah decided to strike first. During the short window of time in which they still had ground in between them, his vigilant eyes had seen how the bull had placed his handless arm behind his back. The sultan surmised that he was going to rely more on deception, perhaps usage of his environment, to make up for his disabilities. He had also remembered that the bovinite was missing an eye, so he likely couldn't judge the distance between a weapon and himself as well as he used to. The lizard had then taken a deep breath before suddenly sprinting towards Abdullah in a burst of ferocity and speed. While they had both closed the gap between one another, the warrior-king had noticed that the handicapped soldier had slashed at him from a horizontal angle. The king had decided that the best defense at his disposal was a ferocious offense. Thus, he decided to draw upon the built-up anger and hatred towards those that sully these sands and wielded it as a tool. Chuluun responded to this soldier's attack with a graceful outburst of pent-up aggression and violence, quickly spinning his unconventional polearm in one rotation and using that built-up momentum to parry the bull's saber with one of his blades. After knocking the weapon aside, the lizard would attempt to riposte. With the knowledge of his opponent's lack of depth perception at hand, the Ysstmar intended on using this to his advantage. He had stepped forwards and thrusted the other end of his dual bladed weapon towards Abdullah's face.
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The Search Continues.
In The Arid Hamlets
ChuChu
Jan 19, 2022
@Dadullah Chuluun, after ordering Abdullah to shut Sandslout's gate behind them, would feel a sense of relief from being out in the wilds. Something about no longer being contained within the walls of some community, being free of the hastily breeding masses of idiotic cattle, had granted him some reprieve. There were no spectators to keep up appearances around, no mistress to tend to, no court to attend to. For the time being, the lizard had no obligations to anyone but himself, no responsibilities to uphold. He was liberated among these shallow dunes and the shrubs that sparsely dotted the desert. The sultan was in his element. Both anticipation and a fiery passion brewed underneath his armour, his blood boiling like tea in a kettle. Once Abdullah had closed the gate and faced him, Chu would continue to walk towards the outskirts of the coastal hamlet. His scaly lips had curled into a prideful smile underneath his helmet after seeing the extent of the bull's own excitement for the coming spar. The Ysstmar would soon come across an opening amongst the dunes. It was a flat, stable patch of land sparsely littered with shrubs and stones, the roots of which seemed to be the only thing keeping the ground solid enough to not shift underneath their feet. Satisfied with this "arena" of sorts, the king had turned around to face Abdullah and said to him. "We shall have our little dance here. I must warn you, this spar will not be like most. No. I wish for us to find enjoyment in the clashing of our blades, the beating of our hearts, the vigor that will rush through our veins. These pleasures that I offer, I want us both to immerse ourselves in them, to revel in these coming moments to the fullest extent. Not as kings and soldiers, but as simply our true selves. This is what I live for." Chuluun had then reached for his back and grabbed onto the hilt of his double bladed sword staff before presenting the weapon to the young bull. Afterwards, he spun it around before getting into position. His legs were spread apart, his feet firmly planted onto the ground, while he held his weapon close to him with both hands. Once he had prepared himself, he had called out to Abdullah, beckoning him forth with boisterous glee. "So come then, Abdullah! Partake in this false dance of life and death with me. Bring all that you have to bare!"
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An unexpected family meeting.
In The blightfields
ChuChu
Jan 17, 2022
@Dizzy (Claire) Chuluun had observed as the heifer contemplated his words, processing everything he had spoken of regarding the current state of the house. Those inquisitive orbs watched as Claire struggled to make her decision, seeing the conflict in her eyes. Once he had heard that she had made her decision to aid him in his goal of restoring the Eternal House to a more manageable condition, the sultan smiled underneath his helmet. The bovinite really was promising, but she had yet to really prove her value to his crusade. He wanted to see more proof that she was willing to do what needed to be done in the near future. After his brief ruminations regarding Claire and her decision, Chu had said to her. "Loyalty. How promising. But it'll take more than a mandatory sense of allegiance to prove to me you can do what is necessary. If you truly want to be a "hero" to these people, to aid our withering house, then show me. Words are but hollow constructs that have no real power or meaning on their own. It is up to you to bequeath such things through your actions." After Chuluun had said his piece, he continued to gaze upon the heifer with those twin flames. He wanted to gauge her volition, her initiative, and thus had begun to wait for Claire's reaction to his words. He had completely ignored the writhing masses surrounding the pair, the bovine being the sole subject of his focus and attention. He didn't believe in heroes nor villains, as they were but subjective terms. One person's hero could be another's villain. But nevertheless, he sought to use what she defined to be a hero to his advantage.
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The Search Continues.
In The Arid Hamlets
ChuChu
Jan 13, 2022
@Dadullah Chuluun, after giving Abdullah the answer to his question, would continue to ponder what would rouse such an inquiry. Perhaps the bull was pursuing a relationship of his own? However, the sultan would put that train of thought on the sidelines for now. He wanted to enjoy the coming moments in their entirety. It has been quite some time since he had felt that particular sort of adrenaline rush. He knew their spar wasn't going to feel the same as a life or death scenario, but he could still draw some pleasure from it. The lizard would then listen on as the bull expressed his confusion regarding the kitsune fisherman. He was glad he wasn't the only one to find such an occurrence to be odd. Chu had also heard that Abdullah was glad that he was a fellow soldier and had earned the right to sit upon the throne. Those words didn't really rouse much of a reaction from the king. He didn't view his position as some sort of prestigious title. To him, he instead was merely playing a vital role, serving the House just as he had done before. It was this train of thought that he had found to be in massive decline amongst the rest of the court. They thought they were special, they let the power and the money get to their heads and had forgotten that they were in servitude to the House, not the other way around. In due time, he would remind them of their place. The sultan had soon approached the gates at the entrance of Sandslout and pushed one of those massive doors open. He would then turn around to face Abdullah and said to him. "Before we embark on our brief journey to the outskirts, you best be ready. We could be out there for a few hours at most. Also, do shut the gates behind us. I would hate it if our potential carelessness caused some sort of issue for this coastal town. Be that letting in unwanted visitors or getting one of your fellow guardsmen in trouble." Chuluun would then stand outside of the time with his arms laid on his chest and crossed as he waited for an answer from the bull. He wanted to ensure that Abdullah was prepared for their spar or if he had something to do before they had departed from the town. Now that he no longer had his back turned to the bovinite, he would take his time to examine him. He wore plate armour much like himself, but due to his missing left arm, it would seem his arsenal was limited to a curved blade. A type of sabre called a kiliji to be exact. It had only one edge as well, meaning it was a cutting weapon. His own blades were double edged, but they were best used in a similar manner as a polearm due to the length of the weapon in its entirety, so he had the advantage of keeping the bull at a distance. His ruminations regarding his analysis of Abdullah continued on as he waited for him to speak.
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The Search Continues.
In The Arid Hamlets
ChuChu
Jan 11, 2022
@Dadullah After Abdullah had arrived at the camp and Chuluun had begun to walk with him towards the outskirts of town, the sultan wouldn't bother analyzing the guard that accompanied him. He had gleaned all of the information he needed to know during their initial meeting, knowing what disadvantages he had and what sort of weapons he was possibly limited to due to his missing arm. The Ysstmar was also aware that the bull's depth perception has been hampered due to his missing eye as well. So the lizard had focused more on the walk instead of scanning Abdullah with his fiery, inquisitive orbs. His strides remained hasteful as the anticipation of clashing blades with the bovinite was swelling within him. However, the silence between them two had been broken as the soldier had voiced a rather odd inquiry. It would seem that the bull wanted to know how he had met his mother. Chuluun pondered what could have raised such a question. But he would formulate an answer to quench the guard's curiosity nevertheless. And so, his thoughts had drifted back to his time as a meager soldier of the BeastKin Union, his mind reminiscing that fateful day when his mistress had arrived, demonstrating her raw strength and the amount of power she has over both her words and himself. After concluding that train of thought, the lizard had spoken. "Hmmm . . . You want to know how I met your mother? How curious. Well, I was a soldier serving under the banner of the BeastKin Union back then. It was a rather strange day, as I had met a rather strange mer and some smelly, foolish fisherman that didn't live to see tomorrow. The damn fox challenged me to a spar and then proceeded to stand completely still just as I took my first swing. I hit him right in the temple and he dropped like a fly. Then the day became even more unorthodox from that moment onwards. Your mother arrived at my barracks and had been watching the would-be spar. I guess something about me had drawn her to my presence or perhaps it was just boredom that had brought her out of Nirvana. So, afterwards, we talked. She wanted to gauge my desires, my usefulness to the House. I wanted to know if she was truly as fearsome as her reputation implies. We both satisfied our curiosities in the end. Then she had assaulted me with various mundane tribulations, testing my grit and what I was willing to do to earn a place in her inner circle. I suppose she wanted to know if I was competent. And I proved to her that I am. Then the rest was history." After that last sentence during his retelling of the fateful encounter between him and Samara, he had cleared his throat and grew silent, exuding an almost awkward air around him. It would seem there was more to that day, but he had cut himself off and presumbally didn't want to speak any further regarding the matter. Chuluun would now see the gates of Sandslout from where they had been walking, his strides maintaining their pace as he had wanted to give the Abdullah enough time to process that information before their incoming duel.
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The Search Continues.
In The Arid Hamlets
ChuChu
Jan 11, 2022
@Dadullah After departing from Abdullah and making his way to the military facility stationed in the center of Sandslout, Chuluun would roost in a vacant tent just outside of the main building. He wanted to escape any prying eyes that may have been around and rest his body in the shade, to aid in processing his previous thoughts and experiences. He anticipated the coming spar with the cyclops, the excitement of clashing blades with a fellow warrior was a pleasant change in pace given his recent activities. As day turned to night and the twin suns had descended beyond the horizon, that anticipation had only heightened as he waited in his tent. Should the bull's prowess prove to have been hampered by his disabilities, then their spar will be something of a learning experience for Abdullah. However, if he had found a way to compensate for those missing body parts, the sultan wanted to help hone that skill. After all, if he still fights well even after having an eye removed and an arm cleaved away, then surely he would be an exceptional fighter with at least his limb restored. Once the moon had risen above the horizon, the Ysstmar had emerged from his tent, so that Abdullah wouldn't have to go from tent to tent looking for him. However, he was met by a pleasant sight as the bull had arrived right on schedule. His lips stretched into a grin underneath his helmet as he had begun to walk over to the bovinite. The lizard was pleased to see that the soldier was just as excited to have this duel as much as he was. Now, only time would tell if this guard would exceed expectations or not. And so, Chuluun would greet the guard with a rather jovial tone of voice. "Ah. Just on time. Now, let's head to the outskirts of this dainty settlement and have our long awaited spar. This should be quite fun." The king would then begin to start walking towards the exit of the military complex, his strides ever so slightly quickening with each step. He had gestured for the bull to follow suit as well. It has been a long time since he's had a real fight, felt hot blood rushing through his veins and his heart rapidly beating in his chest like war drums playing before a massive battle. Now he had the opportunity to cut himself loose and give in to what he considered to be his true self.
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A special meeting
In Other
ChuChu
Jan 09, 2022
@Tahira Quil'Kovesh The sultan was overall pleased with the outcome of his dealings with the ashen mer. This was something the sands had needed for a long time: a reliable defense against the jungle, should they ever decide to invade the sands yet again. Now all that was left was for him to do his part and separate the wheat from the chaff. He was still formulating in what manner he would conduct the proposed cullings. Hindering another outbreak of that accursed disease, however, was more simplistic. Perhaps he should direct more funding to education and training both in the workforce and the military? It would certainly lessen the range of excuses the incompetent may brew when push comes to shove. Though, he wanted to continue that particular train of thought with Samara. Then, his thoughts had then dwelled on Tahira's words as she prepared to leave. She had a workforce of her own? At least enough to run a factory? How strange. However, Chuluun decided not to think about it too much. That's less bodies from the House that he has to provide, if not any at all. His focus had only intensified more as the mer had mentioned that she desired one facility in particular: Institution Thirteen. The vampire seemed familiar with the place, noting that it had all of the necessities she needed to kick start her project. She was correct in her assumption that he hadn't heard of such a place, so he would definitely have to consult with his mistress regarding any information on the facility. Her last chunk of advice seemed rather obvious to the sultan, that it was wise that only him and the Queen would be allowed to receive word from them or visit. He didn't trust anyone else with knowledge regarding the matter and the last thing they needed was a war at their doorstep. With their discussion regarding the details of the project and how it's secrecy should be maintained out of the way, he would watch as Tahira had begun to leave his chambers. However, something felt missing from the conversation. It would seem he had failed to pressure the mer regarding what he was going to get out of this arrangement. That being how much of the product that the House was going to receive regularly, knowledge on how to use those weapons, essential details that he would need in order to introduce her machinations into the Eternal House's military. Internally, he had chastised himself for this oversight, but not too heavily. It was entirely possible that those details could be brought up during a visit to her factory or a meeting in one of the outstations in the expanse. The mer's last words before departing from his chambers had roused even more thoughts than before, accompanied by his lips stretching a smirk. So Tahira did drink after all and she preferred her liquor to be potent to boot. Her statement that she would arrive clad in the skin of his fallen brothers had only increased the anticipation regarding their next meeting. Now facing the prospect of helping create a new era in the sands, the lizard would soon walk over to his balcony to bask in the twin suns. His fiery eyes had peered out into the distant dunes, watching as the sands subtly shifted with the arid winds. - End of RP -
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