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ChuChu
Jan 03, 2022
In Other
Chuluun had heard of Tahira Qiul'kovesh, the supposed "Ashen Hound", the Wolf of the Roses, and the Head Inquisitor of the Eternal House. The sultan was knowledgeable of her many triumphs throughout history, her status as a hero amongst the people. The Ysstmar had even heard that she wore the scales of his brethren as a trophy. But the reptile no longer trusted the judgement of those who were content in settling in their own accrued filth, like the crowds of fools he found himself surrounded by in the streets of Nirvana, and thus, he wished to see what she was truly like with his own eyes. If incompetence had even infiltrated the Inquisitorius of the Eternal House, then he was going to have to consider a rather violent restructuring. And so, he had taken the Centipede Railway to the Eternal Expanse and had one of its many outstations reserved for their meeting. Once he had arrived, he had ensured that the place was in order before he had settled down and started to write a letter that was to be sent to Tahira and notify her that he wanted the mer to be present. To Tahira Qiul'kovesh, I have heard of your rather exceptional feats, including your skills and ferocity with a blade, the discovery of a new magic art, your various triumphs across time and your long service to the Eternal House. But previously, with some rather disheartening discoveries along the way, I desired to hear such claims from the woman herself. I wish to meet with you, to sit down and have a drink whilst we familiarize with one another, warrior to warrior. You will want to hear what I want to share with you. I await your arrival. Sincerely, Chuluunbattar Del'fluent After writing the brief letter, the sultan let out a faint, weary sigh before calling upon one of the House's many servants to receive the parchment and deliver it to the head inquisitor. Once the servant had arrived, took the letter and went on their way to deliver it to Tahira, the sultan had grabbed an unopened bottle of arak and two glasses from a nearby cabinet before setting it down on a table in between two chairs facing one another. However, instead of seating himself, the king would walk over to the outstation's balcony instead. He waited on that veranda, overseeing the vast expanse of the Eternal House's various wombs of scientific advancement and institutes dedicated to the furthering of knowledge. But that's not why he chose to meet the inquisitor here. It was the lack of congestion, the distance away from that wretched city and it's foul inhabitants. So, he had decided that this place would be more suitable for such a meeting, as the lack of the ignorant crowds would help him keep a clear head on his shoulders. And so, Chuluun had begun to bide his time, those raging flames within his eyes glaring across the Eternal Expanse from that piazza as he stood still both silently and patiently.
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ChuChu
Dec 28, 2021
In The Arid Hamlets
Chuluun, still driven on his quest to find those he may find to be worth investing in, had changed the direction of his focus away from the busy streets of Nirvana. Instead, his fiery gaze turned to the simple cluster of farmlands: The Arid Hamlets. He didn't want to miss the opportunity of finding a valuable individual, perhaps more than one, no matter how crime ridden or dull the setting was. The sultan decided to visit the coastal town of Sandslout first, via the Centipede Rail System. The ride to Sandslout from Nirvana was long and boring, so much so that the lizard had almost fallen asleep on the way there. But, despite the lack of mental stimulation during the trip, he remained diligent nevertheless. While he waited for that great beast to arrive at the coastal town, Chu couldn't help but feel doubtful that his journey was for nothing. The reptile stood in front of the lattice window in the car he was in, those fiery eyes gazing upon the twin suns and the bright morning sky as he thought to himself. "All I've laid eyes on so far are petulant, selfish, parasites and wayward fools that provide nothing to the house. They are lucky Samara is foolish enough to continue letting them exist and feed off of her whilst they give nothing in return. Why do I continue looking for someone who may actually be worth something to our empire? If they truly exist, they are but few and scattered . . ." Chuluun was troubled by the overwhelmingly large number of people who seek to reap the benefits of the Eternal Empire, but do not wish to sacrifice anything in return, by those who find themselves feeling lost despite being surrounded by plentiful opportunities, empty niches and a lack of any real competition. However, he didn't want to waste this trip to the Arid Hamlets, so he decided to continue his search. Besides, he still wanted to become acquainted with the lands he ruled over, so the saurian still had at least some purpose for this journey even if he had given up on looking for like-minded individuals, those who truly want to eke out merit within society and provide for their nation. Once the massive, myriad-legged beast had eventually halted it's fervorous march through the rails, the sultan had surmised that he had finally arrived at Sandslout. After his arrivals, he could smell a distinct, briny aroma in the air, as expected from a settlement sitting next to the ocean. The Ysstmar had hoped this wasn't a prelude to a much fouler scent assaulting his senses and more fisherman challenging his skills with a blade, only for them to freeze in place during a spar and fall to more needless ends. Chu would then open the door of his cart and step outside, walking onto the local rail station's platform and taking a gander of his new surroundings. The ruler would bear witness to the waves of deep blue crashing against the coast and the various merchant vessels and supply ships docked at the harbour in the distance. Then his eyes would turn more inland in direction, his gaze focusing on the town that lay only several feet away from where he stood. The lizard found the ambience to be shifty in nature, given the Arid Hamlets' reputation regarding their crime rates, but part of him could see why one would admire such a setting. The people here lived simple, hard working lives, whilst under the protection of the Eternal House. However, Chuluun reserved these thoughts, as he had yet to formulate an opinion and general idea of what the inhabitants of this place were like. And so, he had begun his stroll through the paved passages and bustling streets before him with fearless, confident strides. If any dared to attempt to mug him, pickpocket him, threaten him, intimidate him and more, the sultan would be more than eager to resolve those troublesome scenarios in his own brutal fashion.
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ChuChu
Dec 27, 2021
In S-Z
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gAYDTjLVe-YQp8VtMt0IHCOzuyU9iaT3zkRSbQmXq3g/edit?usp=drivesdk
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ChuChu
Dec 23, 2021
In Fungal Forest
Now having access to the funds necessary for replacing his old set of armour, Chuluun set out to find a blacksmith during his trip through Nirvana. He needed to get away from all of those ignorant masses and decided that directing his focus to another one of his personal objectives would suffice as an efficient distraction from those festering maggots. It has occurred to him how deeply rooted and entrenched the rot of incompetence was in his nation. This revelation made him sick to his stomach as he wondered how Samara had conjured the amount of patience she had to lead those hordes of complacent fools to an arguably undeserved paradise among these dunes. Instead of bettering themselves with the time and resources they have and cherishing the luxuries they had been gifted, all the lizard had witnessed was a blatant waste of such things. They even wasted the very air they breathed. This made the sultan desire a group of like minded individuals and useful pawns more than ever. Fellow shepherds to lead the flock. Eventually, the Ysstmar would come across a smithy during his stroll through those congested passages and had walked inside. Once he had entered the workshop, he had found solace in being separated from those bumbling congregations of fodder. Chu had let out a deep sigh of relief as he slowly wound himself down and had taken a gander through the smithy. The acrid scent of cut steel and the sweet smell of molten iron had brought forth nostalgia when he was first issued his equipment as a mere recruit of the BeastKin Union. Places like these are where weapons of war are made, tools built for the sole purpose of taking another life. He remembered the sounds of hammers hitting metal plates and the roars of furnaces as a symphony to his ears. He had also come to appreciate the blacksmiths themselves, how they laboured day by day to fit the soldiers of their country with the equipment they needed to defend their homeland. These feelings were a stark contrast to the utter disappointment and contempt he felt not too long ago. The sultan would soon meander over to the front counter of the workshop and called out to the blacksmith. "Hello? I have a project I would like to commission you." He stood tall with both of his hands held close behind his back, his fiery red/orange eyes glancing around at the shop with intrigue as he patiently waited for the ironworker to attend to their customer. The saurian glanced around at the smithy's interior, laying his eyes on the blacksmith's various equipment and finished projects. However, he would reserve his judgment for when they actually meet. Perhaps such a hard worker will be quite pleasant to speak to? Unlike that mangy, stinky fox he encountered so long ago at those barracks. As he reminisced about his brief time with that fisherman, he had come to relieve himself of what regret remained.
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ChuChu
Dec 17, 2021
In The blightfields
Exploring the streets of the epicenter of his reign, Chuluun meandered around the various passages, paths and roads of Nirvana as a means of acquainting himself with his people. He wanted to know just how deeply rooted their incompetence and complacency was. But that wasn't his only purpose walking amongst such squalor. He wanted to meet some of his children, to gauge their worth for his future plans. The sultan wanted to eventually gather the spawn he believed to have the most potential, the ones that demonstrated the traits and skill sets he desired. If the saurian were to even begin with turning these sands around, the people needed examples to follow, to look up to. He eventually wanted the best of these offspring under his wing. Now clad in a new set of armour bestowed to him by Samara and crafted by presumably the best smithies in Nirvana, Chuluun stood tall and strolled through the bustling streets of gangrenous fools, lowlifes and craven fledglings diseased by greed and sin, both of his arms held close to his lower back. He was glad to be freed of those hollow reminders of what he once was, to be rid of that foul cocoon. During his search, he merely observed his surroundings, never uttering a single word to any who dared to speak to him that weren't his focus of interest. The lizard's fiery orbs scanned his immediate environs, searching for some sign of potential amongst the crowds, his tail swaying to and fro behind him whilst he walked. The Ysstmar towered above most of those contemptible souls, which helped alleviate some of his disgust towards the ignorant cretins that were all around him. It seemed the only living thing that he had any respect for was the guards protecting these idiots. He felt a sliver of empathy towards them, how they carried the burden of baby-sitting these foul, self-destructive beetle larvae before them. They were all so weak and defenseless, but seemed quite content on fattening themselves on the fruits of the Del'fluent bloodline's labour. Even that frail, forlorn child that called himself Ziad showed a lot more potential in comparison, and he doesn't even know what to do with himself yet. To distract himself from the temptation of sending these wretched masses of curs straight to oblivion, he instead focused his attention on looking for those who stood out, directing his senses on the various sights, smells and noises that emanated from the bustling streets. In doing so, he found himself less overwhelmed by the sheer idiocy that those squirming congregations emanated. With all of these recent observations in mind, he knew he had a lot of work to do if he wished to separate the chaff from the wheat. But, he always did love a challenge after all, it mattered not what form it presented itself to him.
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ChuChu
Dec 03, 2021
In A-F
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AMhcbCpX1MPjqZCSisQx3zhOVi4YmH8YYPSvST1tQ6o/edit?usp=drivesdk
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ChuChu
Dec 03, 2021
In Obsidian Canyon
The saurian, after handing the young kitsune the training armour, would soon begin their spar. Chuluun soon got into his battle stance, holding his weapon close to his body and his legs were spread out enough to allow free movement due to his acrobatic fighting style. However, the soldier noticed something was off about Temujin. The Kitsune was standing completely still for reasons the Ysstmar couldn't quite comprehend. They were sparring, it was something they both agreed to partake in, yet he was simply standing there. Still having some fleeting hopes in the fisherman, Chuluun decided to continue the spar as planned with a barely audible sigh. After some brief hesitation and a moment of confusion, the saurian had launched an attack, stepping forwards and swinging the wooden staff horizontally at Temujin's head with a swift strike. However, the Ysstmar was surprised to learn that the fisherman remained completely still, unable to stop himself from bludgeoning the kitsune's skull with the wooden staff. The first thing that Chuluun heard was a sharp, sickening, cracking sound as the tip of the staff struck the right temple of Temujin's head, which was then followed by a loud thud as the fisherman silently fell to the ground on his back. Chuluun's eyes widened in both confusion and surprise as he dropped his weapon and investigated the now still kitsune, checking his vitals with a look of concern washing over his face. There was no pulse, no sign of consciousness, his expression was now stuck in an emotionless, dead-eyed gaze. Temujin was dead.  After coming to grips with what he had done, Chuluun would stand up straight, looking down at Temujin's corpse with a guilt-ridden and still very confused expression, thinking to himself. "Why didn't he move? Did his legs turn to jelly? Perhaps I shouldn't have gone through with this. . ."
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