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 Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 4:30 pm
This thread is for Mozenrath and Scherazade. Please do not post unless invited!  
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 4:40 pm
She was storyless. Scherazade felt empty like this. Nothing to inspire one, nothing to make her remember one. Stories made everything... a little brighter. Imagination, food for it. She sighed, softly, almost inaudibly, but her head remained high. She glanced around, curiously, looking for something... inspiring.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 4:49 pm
Since he had arrived in this lands a day or so ago, Mozenrath hadn't met, nor atleast seen anyone around. It was strange. He had heard that this land had an abundance of Soquili and two leggers about and was virtually left without a ruler except for these 'chiefs' of the different villagers. How strange was is that he hadn't run into anyone. Damn it all. Whoever it was that had told him of this place, obviously left out some features that this place was probably so vast, or so it seemed, that you would probably see someone or something every one hundred miles. How was his plans going to carry out now? If he could return to the Land of Black Sand, he'd do it in a Gommorah minute.
Mozenrath made his way out of the forest he had somehow wandered into. Perhaps maybe, someone would be in there. But no. No one was around. No one to watch and study to get a feel for how they acted and what they were like around here. Nothing. As he moved away from the shadowy forest, he soon came upon a hill that overlooked a small, clearing. Reaching the top of that hill, he stood there for a moment. His black eyes scanning the area for any signs of life. He craved to turn this land to black. Mamlucks running about here and there. A land of the undead in which he ruled with a tight grasp. But that would come later.
His pale, white face stood out amungst his dark features and clothes. The red ruby jewel upon his turban glistening in the sunlight as a small breeze fluttered past him rustling his cape around. What a sickingly sweet day it seemed. But that would change. Slowly perhaps, but he would see all these plans to gain power through any means to drown this land in the black sand.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:02 pm
She broke into a trot, flying across the plains, looking for something. Anything, that sparked an ounce of interest. Through the forest. Anywhere. Everywhere. Nothing inspiring, that she thought would be a- There it was. A single stallion, watching the land. He was pale, as pale as herself. With hair equally dark.
It was in his eyes that intrigued. She moved closer slowly, cautiously. The cape flew in the breeze, and he looked like something... out of a story.
Something cruel, hungry.
She'd love to observe this stallion. Hopefully, she wouldn't come across as completely insane.
She slipped closer, silently. As she got closer, she knew he would hear her hooves, if he hadn't already noticed her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:12 pm
One ear snapped back as he caught the sound of soft hooves against the ground comeing closer. Really close infact. He snapped his head around to gaze upon who it was that was approaching him which ultimatly made him turn his entire body around so that he was faceing full on whoever it was.
Black eyes, set upon a mare. How interesting and yet how foolish it was that she would dare to come up to him like that unannounced. Giveing his long tail a quick flick, he eyed her closely. The veils that she wore reminded him greatly of home. How he missed that drab of a place sometimes. And yet, he was glad he could get away from it to find a new place to rule.
Though he didn't want to give off his full intentions of what he was planning to do, not to anyone. Lifting his head lightly, he looked at her before bowing his head gracefully. The curtain of cloth that hid his neck sweeping forward then back as he lifted his head. "Greetings..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:39 pm
She knew the stallion would hear her. "Milord." she said. Her voice was soft, but firm, and husky. She bowed her head gracefully over one leg, veils falling forward. "I am Scherazade." A simple introduction. Her violet eyes were already moving over the stallion.
A villain.
Yes, he would do nicely.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:00 pm
His eyes lidded lightly at her little introduction as he watched her. "Ah...a name as beautiful as it's owner...." Charm, deception, that was it. What a way to move into the recesses of society and not be fingered by those who would try and accuse him of such deeds that were to come. But don't move too fast, don't want to make anyone suspicious. "I am Mozenrath, from the Land of the Black Sands...It's a...pleasure to meet you..." He almost had to choke out that word, but he made it sound, atleast somewhat believable.
Giveing his tail another quick flick, he approached her. Closeing the distance between then. "Might I ask why you intend to sneak up on me like so? You know, getting too close without knowing the others character can be like approaching a venomous snake with the intent to hug it..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:18 pm
Her world was a fairytale. Charm and flattery got her what she wanted, or she tried. But she tended to fail, her true motives always flittering through in the endgame. Those motives? Story material. "I was intrigued." her voice was almost dreamy, and she eyed his outfit some more. "My lord, what land do you hail from? Is it only called 'Land of the Black Sands'? Or is there another name? And yes yes, a pleasure, of course."
The courtesy was obviously something she was disinterested in.
"I didn't intend to sneak, milord. Just get a look without you knowing. Though of course, as I got closer, I realized a stallion as powerful, and intelligent-looking as yourself would of course hear me." the flattery was done with complete earnestness, not a hint of anything being said she might possibly hold in disbelief. After all, she was a storyteller. Her voice was her livelihood. Though, she reflected, she was sounding a bit.... distracted right now.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:30 pm
Mozenrath eyed her for a moment. Flattery from others really didn't get them anywhere with him. Though, most of what she said was true. He moved slightly, adjusting the weight of his body on his hooves. "As far as I know it has always been called the Land of the Black Sands....though there are other places near it. It is my home...." She infact did seem quite interested about him, but there was something else behind it all. And he tried his best not to let anything too important about himself leak out.
"I'm sure anyone who was paying attention to their surroundings would be able to tell if someone was comeing close to them. Unless they used some kind of magic to conceal themselves from any open ear or prying eye..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:53 pm
"Magic, hmm?" her ears perked a little bit. "My lord, tell me about your land? I am a storyteller, you see, and I have been craving a good story." She could sense her usual flattery would get her nowhere, and adapted quickly. "I was trying to see you, you looked... intriguing." Why bother to be dishonest when it would get her nowhere?
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:59 pm
He thought of his land, his kingdom. How it looked and the best way he could describe it without giveing out too much. "The Land of the Black Sands is just that. Vast deserts of black sand as far as the eye can see. It's un-earthly beauty shimmers like heat that gives off the illusion of water. Like a black pearl in the desert...." Flicking his tail a couple times, he continued. "There are...few who live there though..." That of course being the truth. Most of those in the Land of the Black sand were his dead servants, the Mamlucks.
"The thought of it almost makes me want to return to there...almost. But it has grown quite tiresome and so I made my journey which was long to these lands to get a slight breath of fresh air..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:21 pm
She listened, tail twitching. fascinating. Her mind was already working over the story she could tell based on this one. "Tell me about the inhabitants. Any legends? The master of your land. Does he have a fine palace? Are your people content?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:38 pm
"The inhabitants? They're a fine people, strong...and yet sometimes now always the brightest of people. There are many legends. One legend I can recall is that of creatures called Mamlucks that supposidly wander around the land. They are...most fearful creatures and many dislike them...." His tail snapped back and forth, ruffling his cape as he went on. "The master of the land can be cruel and tends to rule with an iron grip on the throat of the land. Many say he is an evil and dark sorcerer so many of the people have left the land...."
In the back of his mind, he was smirking. A little thought popped into his mind after that last statement...'or I turned them into Mamlucks...' His attention was caught by her last questions. Giveing a slight nod, he smiled lightly. "Yes, the palace is very lovely and yet has a slight dark and mysterious air about it. I would figure those who have remaind do so because they are content, yes."
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 4:19 pm
"Hmmmm...." she tilted her head, thinking about it. "Any lovely princesses I can toss in there?" then she blinked. "Well, in your land." she looked lind of guilty for a brief moment. "I mean, come on, every evil sorcerer needs a nemesis. Who was his?" she was curious.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 4:26 pm
"There was a princess a long time ago....the master tried to capture her many times but she always got away from him. Which...I guess was a good thing. Though she was quite beautiful in all respect..." He sighed lightly and continued on with answering her questions. "Yes, he had a nemesis. I don't quite remember his name...but the master always called him a street rat. He dispised him greatly because that same princess who had gotten away from him many times before ended up marrying that street rat. He tried many times to test their love but seemingly failed...I'm not quite sure what's happened to that street rat as of late. I've been gone from home too long to hear any of the gossip that's gone around..."
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