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{ Aʀᴇᴛʜ Tᴀ'ɴɪɴ }
By: ErosMio Date: February 18, 2016, 2:10 pm
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Tahmurus could see in the open square before the building the
tops of trees that were all aquiver with the frosty winter life.
Large piles of snow toppled along their branches. The delicious
breath of freshness in the air. In street below a peddler was
crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was
singing reached him faintly, and countless sparrows were
twittering in the leaves. There was something coming to him and
he was waiting for it, calmly. What was it? He did not know; it
was too subtle and elusive to name. But he felt it, creeping out
of the sky, reaching toward him through the sounds, the scents,
the color that filled the air. Light sounds of shuffling feet
echoed strongly along the streets to his establishment located
in the coldest side of town; vibrant ocean eyes scanning the
surrounding, but taking no specific object to interest as their
glow enhanced instantly. From the walkway of the house exposed a
tall figure. Male. Long, china-doll black hair resting lazily
against the back of his black jewel engraved scarf. His attire
was decorated in heavy coats of black with small accessories of
white; robes meshed with the emeralds fit for a king. He was
young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression
and even a certain strength. But there was a dull stare in his
eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on the large double
doors. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a
suspension of intelligent thought. 'Another day.''Another day.'
he thought; this self motivation a daily practice as he slipped
the long silver key into the lock and pressed a slender hand
against its frame, stepping inside. In front of him, and through
his peripheral vision were a row of large pillars blocking the
sides of the entrance. And with that he stumbled off, finding a
place to sit. His bosom rose and fell tumultuously upon his
throne. He sat with his head thrown back upon the cushion of the
chair, quite motionless except when acknowledging the others
inhabiting the room. His family. His servants. His people.
Prince Tahmurus awaited the chaos of daily activities in silent
anticipation.
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Re: { Aʀᴇᴛʜ Tᴀ'ɴɪɴ }
By: Static Date: February 18, 2016, 4:14 pm
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When King Dakarai had been a boy, there was only one throne in
the Throne room. One King. One man making the decisions. One
Throne.
It was when he turned 13, that his father had a second Throne
placed in the room; Right next to his own. It was then, that
Dakarai was introduced to the responsibilities of running a
Kingdom. Of course, it was simple things at first; Sitting in as
his father had his meetings. Citizens that seeked audiences,
servants coming with options for this or that. But by the time
he was 15, he was left to handle several matters on his own! An
Infestation in the Kingdom. Architectural advancement of the
slums. Rise in crime rates! All left for the boy to handle. It
seemed harsh, but he had become a better King because of it!
So it was only natural that, when Tahlia and Tahmurus turned 13,
Dakarai had a third throne added, and taught them to run a
Kingdom by the same method! They seemed slow to pick things up
at first, but now, as adults, they were both capable leaders, in
their own ways. Of course, only one of them could be heir to
-his- throne, but it was hard to say who that would be. Dakarai
would not give the crown to Tahmarus, just because he was a man,
or because he was born two minutes earlier. In fact, Dakarai may
have been a bit harder on his son for those exact reasons! He
had to prove he was more capable of ruling a country if he
wanted to be King.
Growing up without their mother, the twins may have been missing
a bit of the tenderness that children were exposed to. However,
King Dakarai always made sure they knew they were loved. (Tough
love, perhaps, but love nonetheless)He sat in his throne as
Tahmurus took a seat in his own; Punctual as always. He had to
admit. He had become a fine young man. But twenty five years
later, he was still unsure if he was the one who was fit to
inherit the Kingdom. But the time was coming soon, and Dakarai
knew how he would make his decision. It was only a matter of
time...
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Re: { Aʀᴇᴛʜ Tᴀ'ɴɪɴ }
By: ShogoBoom Date: February 18, 2016, 4:57 pm
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Areth Ta’nin, the land of scarlet fires, the land of mountains
and snow.
The castle's walls are filled with whispers of the people
residing within it, servants running around to please everyone
and bring some sort of order to this bedlam. The young woman
sits in her room, hunching her shoulders as squinted eyes look
over at the detail on her sword - it was a cherished gift from
her father and she made sure to clean it spotless every day,
like a ritual she couldn’t possibly ignore. With a soft sigh,
she places it back into it’s sheath before making her way into
the throne room, where her family were probably waiting.
Tahlia had sat through council meetings, citizens asking for a
change to be made if ever an issue arises, servants complaining
and seeking some sort of justice when they felt they needed one
and it was the King’s job and had been hers for as long as she
had sat on her own thrown, to listen and comply. The girl had an
aptitude for politics like no other, often times reading books
to teach herself the law, the way in which their government
operated, what was best suited for a kingdom like theirs, and
how to make peace with surrounding lands. She read of
geopolitical borders and rogue explorers seizing, and capturing
land to hoist their flags upon, to start new empires of their
own. She read of ways to never have to come across such a thing.
To never have to compromise the safety of the people in her own
land for the greed humans felt, deep in their bones.
As she makes her way into the room, she dips her head
respectfully to her father, before taking her place next to her
brother, Tahmurus, waiting for the day's events to unfold.
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Re: { Aʀᴇᴛʜ Tᴀ'ɴɪɴ }
By: Default User Date: February 18, 2016, 5:27 pm
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Lacking a name or a title; eyes hidden behind an ornate mask of
carved ivory and body wrapped in dark threaded material, stood a
man who's sole purpose in life was to protect one man, one
family. He lived in the shadows of the castle; never seen unless
called, never heard unless wanted, and there in the throne room
he stood like a statue in the tortured light-less corner. His
disguise one of peerless posture and absolute stillness;
statuesque and vigilant he paid every inch of the room intimate
attention as those under his charge moved and spoke freely. He
would never address them; lift eyes to meet theirs, or allow
harm to befall them, and never would his existence be felt
unless the need arose.
Never moving as he pays careful attention to every point of
possible entrance into the room, the unnamed guard of his
majesty and family awaits the impossible, always prepared for
the most atrocious darkness during even the brightest day.
(Hope I'm not intruding)
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