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Post by everyone on Jun 23, 2012 14:53:11 GMT -5
Whoa!!! That was definitely more than I had expected to write. But I guess listening to the fitting music does help picturing such a scene. ;D www.youtube.com/watch?v=7UQ6XQPtxfcP.S.: M'awwww, have I permission to say I absolutely love this chara (feel free to decide on your own whether I mean Ardeth, Majid or both ;D )? ;D P.P.S.: Oh, and just for the reckord, no, I don't intend Majid to be the great Hero as the choice of music would maybe suggest. But the rhythm and voice definitely inspired me. Ah, but back to the task at hand. So that's my very first attempt at describing a fight. I hope dearly that it's okay and that you can follow the scene (do tell me if you couldn't, or if some moves made absolutely no sense to you!!!!!!!). *crosses fingers* Also I tried to mention everything that would affect Majid as well in one way or the other (@ Caipra: I hope you like that I had your magical wind safe Majid. ^^ ). Also, I sent Baldy down for now. My main intention there is to give you the chance, Maeve, to get back on him once he awakes (oh, and I didn't have Majid take the sword on purpose -> you may decide freely then if you want to have a sword-fight with him or keep him unarmed). Also I decided that Kalani's odds were worse than Maeve's at the moment, and thus had Majid search for the brunette first. However, Majid can also come to Maeve's help first if that was needed. Did I forget about something? Hum, no, don't think so.
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Post by everyone on Jun 23, 2012 14:41:20 GMT -5
MajidOnly subconsciously did Majid notice how Kalani turned behind his back and made sure that the ruffians approaching from the other side wouldn't come to close. Too focused was he on the man who now leapt in his direction, his physical strength and statute being his biggest advantage against the merchant. Narrowing his eyes Majid tensed, his dark gaze never leaving the bald man whose right hand now drew his sword to use it as a deadly weapon. With blind rage deciding his movements the other one missed on one important detail though, and that was the slightly curved scimitar which was firmly attached to his opponent's belt and partly covered by his night-coloured robes. And thus it came as a surprise to him when suddenly its silvery blade glistened in the bright sun, its owner wielding it swiftly to meet the blow and use the momentum to guide Hakit's sword downwards while Majid himself completed a half-circle with his arm and thus yanked his opponent's hand to the site. While the bald man's eyes widened in surprise, a furious growl escaping his throat at the same time, the merchant brought his blade back up to block the move the other one he knew was bound to make. Just as Hakit began to haul his own weapon towards the merchant again, Majid's armoured hand skirted his body and catching up with the brute's weapon he forced the other man to turn on his heals if the same wanted to keep his balance. Facing away from the two women now, 'Baldy' grunted as he almost toppled over but in the end was able to avoid the fall. For a short moment he lingered in this position as ragged breaths escaped his lungs. "You", he hissed through gritted teeth, "will regret that!" Too quick for Majid to prevent it, as the last of those words left his lips the thug suddenly straightened up again and forced the blade to arch upwards, aiming for the merchant's chest. The blow was surprisingly well-measured, too well in fact, and although Majid hurried to step aside he knew he would not be able to escape it completely if not by some miracle the drunkard was forced to change direction of his strike. And as if sent by the Gods he worshipped a strong gust of wind suddenly passed them by, the sand it carried whirling violently around the two combatants. Hakit missed by mere inches while he shut his eyes, screaming furiously as the grit stung the soft tissue. While his attacker's sword raced past him, the tall merchant exhaled sharply, preparing his body to strike when he knew that he had to be fast. And as the ruffian was bound to the laws of his movement, Majid flexed his wrist, and hauled his scimitar to meet the other one's sword with a piercing sound. Accelerating the momentum of Baldy's blade the same began to slip from the drunken man's grip and with a final turn down to the ground Majid yanked the deadly item free. The short sword met the soil with a muffled thud while its owner was having a hard time processing what had just happened. Within a heartbeat's time Majid spun around, his hand turning the weapon it held, and with often-trained precision he used the handle of his scimitar to clout Hakit in the side of the head. While the ruffian's sword came to rest in the sand beneath their feet, the bald man himself grunted before his legs finally gave way and he sank to the dust-covered street. Panting, Majid rested for a second. His dark eyes quickly assessed the other man's condition and while he had made sure not to use too much force as to cause any serious injuries, he liked to be certain that the aggressive thug wouldn't come to too soon. His attention however was drawn from the still form on the ground when he noticed something rush past him, a shadow so familiar and yet unknown to him that his instincts had him whirl around and look for the small falcon that he had left to guard his stand. But what he saw instead was a desert hawk that shot out of nowhere as it seemed and aimed straight at two of the men who were loyal to their drunken leader. The target's painful scream rang through the air as the bird's claws met his vulnerable face and the thug backed up, almost running his companion over as he stumbled backwards in agony and surprise. Majid's gaze focused on the two for a second then, before straying to the red-headed woman who was the reason why his fellow merchant had dragged both of them into this fight. It didn't take the tall man long to realize she was exhausted, the faint colour of her skin being too pale even for her people. She wouldn't hold out much longer. But, and he noticed that too, she had managed to nick a sword and obviously knew how to use it, too, as he could assess by the way she held it firmly and yet not too tight as to hinder its swing. She would be fine for the minute if only her feathered companion supported her. It were two men against a young woman and a bird of prey. But the odds were definitely better than Kalani's. His heart skipping a beat, Majid realized that if only two of the brutes had decided to aim on the tall Celt, his own companion was left to fight off the other three. A fight the young brunette could hardly win unless her looks deceived him and she was well trained in combat. But choosing not to take a chance, he spun around and let his near-to-black eyes search for the young woman.
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Post by everyone on Jun 18, 2012 17:40:52 GMT -5
Woooow, now this one literally took me hours! O.o It's the first time ever that I got into the action department so please go easy on me. I know I didn't proceed in the ongoings much, but then again I wanted to leave space, so to say, for you, Maeve and Kalani, to act. So I merely started the fight for now (which is what the last line is about) and gave everyone else as much freedom as they want. Also, I must admit did I find it difficult to write those drunkards in. I wasn't sure whether with what I came up with, they behaved sensible and fitting of their characters (btw. if you feel Baldy should have said something else or acted differently do tell me!!). But in the end I hope you approve of this part. Oh, and P.S.: As you noticed I gave 'Baldy' a name. Hakit was what came to mind even though I don't even know whether the name exists at all. Feel free to tell me if you find another one to be more suitable and I'll adjust my post. P.P.S.: The servant line... I might adjust that later on. It's just I was in desperate search of an insult that Baldy could throw at Majid and in the end I thought that for a man of this foreign looks being "ranked" as a servant only because of his origins would weigh pretty heavy. However, if you can come up with something better I'd be happy to hear it.
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Post by everyone on Jun 18, 2012 17:30:23 GMT -5
MajidMajid's breaths were even, his muscles tensed as quickly he crossed the short alley. His senses allowed him to take in all the different sounds around - merchants yelling, unsettled children crying in fear while their mothers dragged them away from the chaos that had just exploded amidst them - and yet filter the important details for him to process. His dark eyes, almost black now again, took in the attackers' every movement and did not fail to see the silver leer of swords unshed. His expression was grim and only for a split second did an undefined kind of surprise melt into it as he noticed the red-headed stranger grab for something that shortly after she hurled forcefully at one of the pack, causing the unprepared man to topple over and drag two of his friends along with him. Almost imperceptibly Majid's eyebrows rose when he realized her weapon of choice had indeed been fruit but deciding quickly that this fact contributed nothing to his own considerations, the merchant directed his gaze to lie on the bald man who now came dangerously close to the two women, his grey eyes preying on the redhead with undisguised fury before they suddenly came to focus on Kalani. Being now in range to actually get the other one's words, Majid heard the low snarl that instantly left the tall man's lips, his voice a disconcerting mixture between an infuriated hiss and a lustful grunt. It was obvious the ruffian was surprised by the current events, the sudden presence of the graceful merchantwoman distracting him for a second. His shadowy gaze stared madly at the young brunette, his mind obviously foggy still not only from alcohol but also rage. Yet, despite his blood all too evidently beginning to boil he did acknowledge Kalani and while his friends howled in anger over the other woman's daring assault, their leader's attention got drawn to the newcomer who stood proud next to her friend. "Now look what we have here", he spat venomously but in his eyes there was something sinister hiding and revealing itself through the twitch that started occupying his lips, his intentions found expression in more than only his words. "It's not very clever of your friend to offend me. In fact it's very rude. But don't ya worry; we know just what to do with girls like her. She will learn her lesson. You on the other hand..." and as he moved forward just another inch he looked her all over and there was something in his gaze that made Majid's blood run cold. Before the drunken agitator could even do as much as blink, he stood in front of Kalani, his tall frame effectively shielding her from the other man's approach. The bald thug's eyes widened as he got cut off from his newfound subject of interest, and growling audibly he stared at the merchant who was about his height though maybe not of as impressive a statute as he himself. For a moment the two of them lingered frozen in time, their dark gazes lying on each other and fighting a silent battle that both of them knew was going to come to an end soon. "Leave." This time it was Majid who spoke. His voice was nowhere near the warm sound he had bestowed upon the young merchantwoman just a few moments ago. It was a low whisper - a warning and laden with determination it left no doubt that Majid's threat was very real indeed. Unnoticed by his opponent, his hands flexed, ready to reach for his scimitar if necessary and straightening his back he awaited the other one's response. The same came within a heartbeat. Reddening even more, if that was possible, the aggressive man's face contorted to form an ugly sneer. "Who do you think you are?" He almost screamed, the words obviously beginning to slip from his mind without thinking as his anger was reaching its peak. And releasing a roar worthy a wild beast, he then plunged forward while at the same time his right hand fumbled for the side of his brown leather belt where a short but nevertheless sharp sword dangled menacingly. "Nobody gets in Hakit's way", he snarled and emphasized his name as if it was one well-known, "Especially not some useless scum of a servant!" The last bit he had spoken, his tongue had spat out with disgust. And as if his words of hatred had carried a secret signal, around the group of three all hell broke loose.
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Post by everyone on Jun 16, 2012 13:02:37 GMT -5
MajidAlthough his gaze lay on the far end of the market alley, out of the corners of his eyes Majid still could see Kalani's features shift. He noticed how her pale blue eyes took in the scene that unfolded in front of them, and how they easily spotted the young red-headed woman as well. So far his companion's reaction was every bit what he would have expected, her wince a sign for her compassionate nature. But when then she stepped closer, an almost imperceptible frown melting into her expression as obviously she understood what was going on, Kalani did something that he had not taken into consideration. Without any words or even as much as a second thought it seemed, she stepped away and quickly crossed the distance that separated him and her from the quarrel. For a moment Majid's eyes widened in alarm as he watched the fellow merchant move to stand right beside the tall woman who obviously was of Northern origins as well, as her fair skin and fiery hair implied. Instantly, his senses sharpened and his body tensed as he comprehended that whatever the reasons for Kalani's decision were, she was putting herself in great danger. It took Majid mere seconds to realize that the worryingly angry man who just emerged from the broken stall was all but alone, another 5 men accompanying him and slowly closing in on the two women who now stood amidst the chaos without defence. There was nothing else he could do. When Kalani had first shown up on his stand this morning, he had been cautious, maybe even suspicious of her intentions. But as soon as she had revealed to him her request and that Asim had sent her, the merchant had known that she could be trusted. Majid had offered to take her to the port because he felt obliged to help any friends of the elder salesman who was one of the few who had never held any prejudices against him; but as he had gotten to know the young brunette a bit during their shared walk to the port, he had developed a certain kind of loyalty towards her that exceeded this rather impersonal alliance. And so the choice was made before the group of six could encircle the two young woman completely. He would not stand by and watch as Kalani put her wellbeing at stake. Thread closed. Plot continues in: distandlands.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=outside&action=display&thread=484
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Post by everyone on Mar 19, 2012 15:07:25 GMT -5
MajidThe moment Kalani took up on his words and even gave yet another bit of her soul away, Majid directed his eyes back to meet her own pale blue gaze. The tall man appreciated a lot the consideration his companion gave his poeple's beliefs and as he heard her speak about her deceased parents with undisguised love and affection a gentle smile settled on his face. "You have nothing to thank me for", he spoke to her and indicated a bow with his head. It was remarkable to him how easy he found it to be around this fellow merchant, and talk about matters that both of them might usually consider too personal to discuss with someone they hardly knew. However, there was something genuinely trustworthy about her, and as he walked the streets with her he began to understand why Asim had had enough faith in her as to send her to him. "To my poeple it is an honour and a duty", Majid, after a short while eventually continued to speak as he meant to explain to the young woman that sharing knowledge and offering help to those who deserved the same was indeed seen as a moral obligation. But before he could even finish his words his attention got drawn away from his companion and shifted to focus on what was happening not too far away at the other side of the alley where suddenly the rattle of pottery crashing mixed with the voices of merchants who demanded their shattered goods to be paid. Majid's body tensed as his dark eyes followed the scene, easily spotting the tall woman with faint coloured skin and fiery red hair who strangely seemed so out of place - just as if her presence here had never been her choice to begin with.
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Post by everyone on Dec 4, 2011 9:35:18 GMT -5
MajidKalani: Hym... I must admit it took me over an hour to write this post and still I'm not completely satisfied with it. I hope however that it's less incoherent than what I feel it is, and that you can work with it. However, please feel free to tell me should you think anything in there to be nonsense! I will then edit the lines you think to be unfitting. Oh, and as you can notice I had them arrive at the market alley - we are thus ready to notice the drunkards harrassing Maeve. Originally I had planned on making Majid see them already, but I felt that it would have not gone well with the post.
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Post by everyone on Dec 4, 2011 9:30:17 GMT -5
MajidAs his companion's cheeks flushed with only the slightest trace of red, Majid's warm gaze sought the one of the young merchantswoman who just had offered to him a truth that maybe she only seldomnly talked about. Briefly he wondered just what made her trust him so much as to tell him of her feelings concerning this event that without any doubt had affected her life more than most likely anything else had. But soon after he dismissed this thought, realizing that it didn't matter anyway why she chose to share it with him as what was of importance right now, was his answer. And although Majid himself had been lucky enough to have his parents guide him through his childhood, the tribe he grew up in had known enough orphans as to enable him to understand what Kalani just talked about. "Sometimes", he thus, after a short moment of silence, voiced, "the mind forgets what the heart could never lose." The tall merchant seemed to chose his words well as he spoke and while his dark brown eyes gained some colour in the now bright sunlight, it seemed that for a second he was unsure whether with what he would say he might intrude the brunette's personal space too much. Tilting ever so slightly, he added with a low voice: "To me it seems that you are very much like your parents then, Kalani. And while you may not know them for the poeple they were, you will always remember them for who they were to you", before he turned back to the streets just a little, letting a thoughtful smile play on his lips. "Where I come from, poeple believe that a parent's love will guide their child forever, no matter whether time has taken them away or let them walk the path together. And I trust that this is true for all of us." It happened only seldomnly that Majid talked this openly about the values of his tribe, and that he was sharing them with someone who would still have to be considered a stranger was what one could call unusual. Yet he felt that he owed the young woman this honesty and so he let these words echo between them, at the same time allowing his gaze to take in their surroundings which now changed to the ones of a busy market alley.
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Post by everyone on Nov 9, 2011 12:58:16 GMT -5
Majid"The Western Shores", Majid acknowledged thoughtfully what his companion had just explained to him. "I cannot say they are unknown to me", he then resumed and it was easy to hear that there was a kind of recongition in his voice, "but only seldomnly have my journeys taken me there." The tall man then was silent for a moment, his attention lying on the young woman while he watched her from the corner of his eyes. The sigh Kalani had tried to suppress didn't escape him, and the fact that the brunette spoke of her parents as if she had never gotten to know them made him guess that unintentionally he had hit a sore point with her. Slowing his pace down once more for his fellow merchant, and letting his gaze settle on her calmly, his eyes took on a warm expression as he spoke with the slightest trace of compassion: "I am sorry to hear about your mother's friend. And about your parents". While his words echoed between them, fading slowly in the sounds of the city, he turned to watch the market stalls again, deciding that he was not in the position to press the matter any further.
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Post by everyone on Oct 24, 2011 14:45:30 GMT -5
MajidIt was an ever so faint flush that coloured the young brunette's cheeks as she became aware of her companion's words. The tall merchant had to admit that, although in his culture someone's name was the most important thing to know, he did not really mind Kalani having forgotten about sharing the same. However, the merchantswoman seemed to be quite unsettled by her missing introduction and Majid couldn't help this smallest of smiles that formed on his lips as she excused herself for, as she regarded it, her lack in manners. "You have nothing to be sorry for", he stated after a little moment of silence, and it was obvious by the good-natured tone that suddenly was evident in his voice that Majid actually meant what he said. He indicated a slight bow of his head then, acknowledging with it her words, before finally he turned to face the streets again. Walking next to the young woman in a comfortable pace his gaze soon left her, his dark brown eyes shifting to spot the stalls and buildings around them. For a moment they didn't lie on Kalani anymore; yet something in his gaze told that his attention was still focused on her. And then, through the buzz of the city, he addressed the young woman again. "Kalani", he mused quietly, yet loud enough for her to her, "This is quite an unusual name. Would you mind me asking for its origin?"
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Post by everyone on Oct 16, 2011 10:37:52 GMT -5
MajidAs the young brunette walked slightly ahead of him, Majid allowed himself to cast one last glance towards his stand. The tall man knew well that he wouldn't need to worry about his goods. He had brought up and trained Nuray himself, knew that the little falcon could defend what he owned. And as he saw her form fly high above their heads, Majid closed the gap on the young merchant he had decided to help with her concern. They walked silently for some time then, each of them taking in the slowly awakening streets which brought along the buzz of a lively city like Basra was one. The further they went, the more poeple did cross their way, some of them risking a glance at the man with the dark robes and the foreign signs on his face but none minding so much as to halt in their steps and stare. Majid himself had long stopped to notice all those who wondered about his looks and thus he made his way through the crowds with long and even steps, not missing though how disperate he and his company must look like to others. With her fair skin and her light blue eyes the young brunette couldn't hide her foreign roots either, and it seemed to Majid that for those who walked them by they must look like he was the guard of this graceful woman. It was in that moment, in which he thought about the one he accompanied, that he suddenly became aware of something and slowing down his pace slightly, he finally raised his voice. "You didn't tell me", he stated while beginning to watch her from the corner of his eyes, "what your name is." And then he turned to look directly at her, his dark eyes focusing expectantly at her own pale gaze.
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Post by everyone on Sept 22, 2011 15:01:38 GMT -5
Using the npc here for once I wanted to voice a rather important question (or maybe not so important after all... depends on how the play develops I guess): As you may have noticed, in my latest post I introduced Nuray: Majid's barbary falcon. The idea actually came to my mind when I wondered how Majid was going to protect his stand, where after all all the weaponry is lying. He hardly trusts others so I figured he wouldn't ask the guy "next door's". And since in Majid's av Horus is present I thought "why not?". Plus, I believe to have heard of desert poeple who held hawks/falcons, mainly for hunting though or to proove their wealth but anyway. So I thought up Nuray (which btw is Arabic/Turkish and should mean "moonlight"). She is of course just a normal falcon- no cursed relative or anything, and is being kept by Majid. I don't plan on making a big fuzz about her but still I wanted to ask you guys whether including her is okay - also in terms of creating a "Mary Sue". I am aware that with Nuray Majid becomes more and more like Ardeth... and we don't want one to one copies here I know. But I promise I don't intent to create another Ardeth Bey, and Majid isn't a leader of an ultra secret and ancient 'community' either - instead, let's rather say that both figures have some things in common while in others they differ (I think Ardeth for example is much more sociable than Majid is xD ). Anyhow, do feel free to tell me if you don't like the idea of bringing Nuray in. I'll change my post then. Doubs
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Post by everyone on Sept 22, 2011 14:48:16 GMT -5
Majid"Very well then." The tall merchant's head moved in a slight bow while he spoke those words to the young woman he had just gotten to know. There was a flicker in her gaze that told him that she was somewhat surprised about his offer, thought maybe that showing her the ship which obviously she knew so well was unneeded; and yet to Majid it was a question of loyalty to offer Kalani to take her there. Asim was one of the few poeple he truly trusted, and thus he would treat the brunette with no less respect and courtesy than he did his friend. "If you would just give me a moment", his low voice addressed the young one before swiftly he stepped backwards. His long, dark robe fluttered slightly in the morning breeze as almost soundlessly he turned back to his stand and raised his right hand. Hidden from the other's sight was a cord and as he pulled on it thick linen lowered from the top of the stall, falling like a veil that would shield what lay behind it from any passenger's view. It took Majid only seconds it seemed until he had tied the thick cloth to the stakes that formed the stand, and when he was done he straightened his back and with his black clothes surrounding him he looked even taller than he already was. His head he then inclined backwards until his eyes could spot the sky and when they did a sudden loud whistle cut through the air, followed by a single name. "Nuray." Before the echo of his voice had the chance to die, a quiet screech replied to it and not long after a shadow emerged from the skies, heading towards Majid and finally settling on the highest stake of his stand. The now bright sunlight revealed a black spotted white falcon - unnaturally bright coloured for its kin but with the typical greyish wings and back. The small bird seemed to muster Kalani for a second before almost instantly its eyes shifted to lie on Majid. "Guard it." More the merchant did not say. He just held the animal's gaze until without making any noise the falcon suddenly flew off again, making its way back into the skies but obviously flying in a large circles now, it's route never leading it too far from the stand that Majid would leave otherwise unprotected now. As soon as the bird of prey had left the ground again, the merchant turned back to the woman who he offered to take her to the Nomad to. His dark eyes spotting her, he expressed calmly: "We may now go."
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Post by everyone on Sept 17, 2011 12:43:24 GMT -5
MajidMajid's dark eyes focused on his fellow merchant completely as he watched her face light up with a smile. It sometimes seemed funny to him how such small news as the one he had just given her could elicit so much emotion from poeple. Without any doubt had the woman in front of him had a very good education, her manners being polite as only those of a highborn could be, and there was a certain grace about her that didn't allow her thoughts so surface this easily; but still Majid could well see the appreciation in her gaze. An appreciation which was strangely mixed with an anticipation that stirred his curiosity once more. Briefly he thus returned the gesture that Kalani had sent his way; inclining his own head just a little and with this acknowledging what she had said and intimating that he appreciated being of help to her. Then, after a short moment, he let his voice sound between the two of them once more: "The port is quite busy these days. It might be hard to find her seeing that no matter how well-known the Nomad's name only few do recognize her sails." He paused shortly, casting a glance to his stand as if he were contemplating something before he addressed the young merchantwoman again. "I can show you where she is located if this would be of use to you."
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Post by everyone on Sept 4, 2011 16:49:41 GMT -5
MajidMajid didn't miss the smile that was forming on the young woman's lips as she listened to the words he spoke. It was obvious that his interest in her case and the crew she was seeking hadn't gone unnoticed by her, but for some reason he didn't bother too much about this. He usually tried to avoid having poeple see parts of his nature, but this feelow merchant seemed trustworthy enough for him to let his guard down only the slightest bit. "Well then", he finally spoke and just for once he let his gaze soften, "it may please you then to hear that she is closer than you think." The tall man's eyes still lay on Kalani while slowly he went on: "The Nomad anchores at the shores of Basra. I saw her at the port just yesterday."
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